So, it's been awhile. I've let my letters subside in lieu of texts and instant messages, the occasional flashback photo, maybe even a Skype if we're lucky. I admit that in the first few days and months, the things I wanted to tell you...
Read moreDear Sister {I am not cut out for espionage}
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So there we are, sitting in immigration for unending hours, our number just about to be miraculously called, when Matt has to leave. E is done with school in 40 minutes, and we are in the city centre, a 20 minute bus-ride away. He asks me, "Are you okay here?"
Read moreDear Sister {Christmas can wait till May}
Christmastime has come and nearly gone and this is the first bit of time I've been able to sit down and write a few words for quasi-posterity. It has been a whole year now, since last Christmas Eve, when we said our long goodbye and headed north for Ireland.
Read moreDear Sister {On your engagement}
Dear Sister,
I've had tears in my eyes all weekend. Dumb ocean. Of course I missed the 2 am (and then the 3am) texts. Of course cell reception would be bad. Of course I wouldn't hear your voice tell me those sweet words. Of course your world would be sleeping, while mine would be rejoicing, wanting to shout from rooftops.
Of course, none of that matters.
Read moreDear Sister {Roundabout Russian Roulette}
Dear Sister,
There's a game I like to call Roundabout Russian Roulette, wherein your car stalls right after you drive through a roundabout.
You sit your car there in the left lane (right lane, for you), watch the bevy of cars come at you in the rearview mirror, and wait. The game ends either when a car hits you or a tow truck comes to rescue you. You can also forfeit the game by leaving said car, stranding it alone in traffic or in the hands of another player.
Well, I played Roundabout Russian Roulette for about an hour one day.
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