In some ways we were lucky that the previous owner decided to leave so many things in the house. Among the dilapidated couches that we ended up throwing out and the pet stained carpets that had outworn their welcome, they also left an upright piano which I love and cherish. And they also left some furniture in one of the bedrooms. As we were moving the furniture outside to rehab it, one of our friends found a standard size envelope, addressed to one of the people who had lived in our house before us.
Inside was a letter, written by one of the girls who had lived there, from 2001, her freshman year in high school. Seven pages long, written on notebook paper in green gel pen in bubbly print. It opens “Dear My Senior Self”. Whether it was a school assignment, a friendship pact to write the letters together, or a personal adventure, I’ll never know. It was postmarked June 11, 2004.
She asks about certain people she went to school with – whether they’re still friends, whether she still keeps in touch with teachers, who she ended up dating and kissing or whether she ever “did it” with a certain person. She wonders how the whole “eating disorder thing is going” and whether she ever made 120 pounds or wore a bikini and met hot guys at the shore. She even asks herself if she did anything during band camp.
She goes on to talk about classes she liked, teachers she hated, and lists the phone numbers of people she MUST keep in touch with. I wonder if she ever did. If she opened this letter in her senior year, or perhaps in college, and laughed at her childish spelling and handwriting, wondered why she was so curious about her sex-life-to-be. I wonder if she ever did make size 5 or 120 pounds, and if she did make out with the cute guy on the color guard team. But I’ll never know.
What I do know, is I remember myself at that age. So innocent, so optimistic, a large group of friends that I thought would be around forever. I still know their phone numbers, without having written a letter to myself, and despite the fact that I haven’t dialed some of them in 10 years or more. I thought that in high school my awkwardness would somehow dissolve, that I’d have my first kiss, and that I would be going to an ivy league school.
I wish I had written a letter like this to myself. Maybe it would have captured some of my own innocence and dreams that I had for my future. Sometimes it seems that when my father died my freshman year, I lost something of my youth. I lost some of those dreams, or they were just forgotten, never cataloged in a journal on a personal checklist of goals.
I wonder why the girl left the letter behind. Maybe she put it on top of the bureau and forgot about it, or maybe after reading it she didn’t have the heart to throw it out but didn’t want to remember it either. What I do know, is that I now write letters to friends that I haven’t spoken to since I was a teenager, and may never find or speak to again. I reminisce on what we did when we were teenagers, wonder what they’re doing, and tell them why I miss them.
And I fold them up, put them in envelopes, and store them away in a box. Maybe some day I’ll sit and read them.
6 thoughts on “don’t open until 2004…”
Aww…so so nice.
I’m in the university now, just freshly convalescing from the biggest heartbreak ever (my ex-love is getting married next week)…and err I have not written myself any letters to be opened in the future.
But I guess I will.
Something along these lines…
Please I might have to put them down here cuz I don’t want to put them on my blog (that defeats the purpose, right?)…so you’ll be my safe keeper sort of.
Something along these lines…not to be opened until 2017..ℓ☺ℓ!)
Did CB and I kiss? Did we end up making love the way I dream of it now? Did he turn out to be stingy, the way I’m suspecting…did we survive the long-distance ish inspite of my fears?
How about Isioma and me? Do we still like each other the way we do today?
Are my sister and I closer today than we are in 2012?
Have I called Toby yet? Cuz I don’t hope to.
And are my books published now?
Yeah something along these lines…
I would write me a more detailed one later and give it to my mum to save for me. Haha.
Thanks for the idea! Its brilliant!
And I don’t think it’s late for you to write yours either. It might help you keep your dreams in focus. What do you think?
I hope you remember to visit my blog in 2017! I’m glad I inspired you to write your own letter to yourself. It is an amazing exercise and I truly wish I had done one myself when I was younger. Maybe I will do one of my own to open on my birthday in 5 years.
Haha! Yeah! I’m so thoroughly excited.
Thanks for planting this brilliant idea in my head! Sure I will visit your blog in 2017 as long as you don’t de-activate your account. Big grin*
I did this when I was in sixth grade — wrote something to open when I was 30. My 30 year old self did not recognize my 12 year old self. In later years I conducted a similar experiment, but this time it was called a “diary.”
Reading my diary from when I was younger was definitely eye opening. Who I had crushes on, when I was upset that I wasn’t one of the cool girls, and how I didn’t get invited to all the sleepovers. In some ways it makes me yearn for my childhood with my childish problems.
How lovely. Thanks for this.