I am so, so sorry for my erratic and inconsistent letters.
In the midst of savoring every moment of summer, I just cannot find the time sit down and compose a letter every day.
If I were me from last summer, I’d be frustrated with and disappointed in myself. But I am not me from last summer. I am an improved me, and I have given myself grace. I do hope you will too.
This first week with you has been so lovely. I’ve danced the twist during a concert attributing The Beatles and wandered my local downtown area with my dearest friend (refer to the above photo; cough cough #adventuresofSarahandAutumn cough) and picked strawberries with my mum and sisters and watched sunsets reminiscent of paintings through my living room window. All of this filled my heart and often ended up in late nights so I couldn’t find a spare moment to drop you a line.
I love writing you, and I will keep writing you when I can. Pinky promise.