dear frank pepe pizzeria, we discovered you on our drive up to boston on saturday, and all i can say is, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!
dear 4-hour-drive-to-boston-that-took-8-hours-in-reality, let’s never do that again.
dear boston, you’re beautiful, but let’s kick this 24-hour non-stop rain thing to the curb so we can get outside and see more of you!
dear children of mine who i served hot messy pizza to in the car, for a minute there i really doubted myself, but you made me proud… eating all of it and spilling none of it (ok conrad, i’m giving you a free pass with this one.)
dear josh, you gave eleanor your old CD collection last week and asked her to DJ the music in the car this trip. i have to say, this is why i love you. also, i’ve never listened to so much vivaldi in my life.
dear car selfies, i’m gonna figure you out one of these days.
dear fall foliage that kept getting better and better as we drove further north on saturday, you make october feel like a dream. the very best dream, too. thank you for sharing all your glorious color.
dear short bangs, i thought you were a good idea and then that forehead pimple showed up and all i know now is, the struggle is real.
dear everyone who is driving in a rain storm, please be so so careful. driving in bad weather is one of my biggest fears and my body is still tense from experiencing you the other day. every be careful and stay safe, ok?!
dear archived little letters that i went through last night, was lovely revisiting you and all the old memories you brought back.
dear coat obsession, the first step is realizing you have a problem, right?
dear closet situation, thank you for helping keep the coat obsession somewhat in line.
dear new york city, have i told you lately how much i love you?
dear paula hawkins who wrote girl on train, i’ve never read something so fast. and i’ve never been into thrillers. but you got me hooked with your writing and story telling and i just couldn’t put you down.
dear girls night out at the ballet, you were such a wonderful night.
dear george balanchine’s serenade, you make me tear up and feel so many things every single time i see you. i don’t think i’ll ever love a ballet as much as i love you.
dear orchestra conductor at the ballet, your presentation on george gershwin has left a huge impression on me and i’m totally intrigued as my last several computer searches in my history browser will tell you.
dear amanda, thank you for bringing your camera out and remembering to take photos! you’re a girl after my own heart, a fellow picture taker that doesn’t mind the weight of hauling a bigger camera around because she also knows it’s worth it. ;)
dear chicken pot pie at the smith, i’d never ordered you before this night, but you best believe you’ll be what i order from here on out. SO GOOD.
dear girlfriends of mine, i’ll stay out well past my late-night bedtime to be with you all. thanks for being such wonderful women in my life.
ps. back when i started this blog, i used to write little letters on occasion. some of those from 2008 are such insane throwbacks that still feel a little bit like just yesterday. time is crazy. was fun to bring the letters back today, i have missed them.