Letter Home

I wrote a letter home to many of my close friends. We have fallen out of touch and its all my fault. However our hometown has been shaken by a litany of sad events and I refuse to let go of the joy that place once brought me.

**There is most certainly something wrong with my spellcheck on word- it said I had no errors, which simply isn’t possible!**

Here is my letter home:

Dear Friend,

How are you?

Its been a long time since I’ve seen you, and its mostly my fault. When we graduated from DHS I was in a big rush to leave. I wanted to go far and start fresh. From the moment we walked across the stage at Ravina, I had my eyes pointed east and I have seldom looked back west. At the time, I thought the only way to accomplish my goals was to jump feet first into a ‘new’ world. So that is what I did. Luckily, I love this new place and new life. However, as wonderful as my new friends are they don’t quite understand it when I talk about Lou Malnatis pizza or Dear Franks french fries, when I pretend to know the first thing about football just because I can shout “Da Beeeaaarrrs” at the right moment, they don’t reminice about the Bar/Bat Mitzvah season that was our middle school experience. They also don’t remember doing the autobiography project, falling in the middle fork branch of the chicago river during earth science, or sitting through the ACT a bazillion times (East coasters are all about the SAT, and they only take it twice tops!). My friends didn’t listen to the choraliers holiday show, or hang out at Northbrook court mall for no apparent reason I could go on and on (as I’m sure you know) but I don’t think I have too.

The point of this letter is to remind you that you are in my thoughts. We don’t talk very often, but we are still friends and I am still here, so to speak. We grew up in the same place at the same time and we enjoyed each others company. In light of the recent tragedies in our community, those that occurred while we were in Deerfield and those that have happened since, I have found Deerfield in my thoughts more and more often. I have come to the conclusion that it was not where I was, but who I was with, that made me the person I am today. Thank you.  

Many  of you will be returning to Deerfield for the summer, I am not. However, I will be visiting much more often. While I’m in DC this summer, I will be trying something new. I am going to try my best to spend my days being creative and relaxed. I’ll be pairing down my life to the essentials as I prepare to move into my first apartment, which I’m pretty excited about! I also have several art projects planned to help decorate my new place, how successful they will be time will tell. Regardless of success or failure, I will be blogging about the experience. My blog, www.whatjusthappenedthere.wordpress.com, is one way you can keep up with my shenanigans should you be curious….. Don’t expect too much though, I’m still new at this!

I would really like to be better about keeping up with all of you as well. While we can’t talk over lunch in the CCRC anymore there is Skype, cell phones, Facebook, and twitter! I want to know how you are, what you are up to and what you are looking forward to! I want to be excited about the adventures you go on and be there for you through life’s challenges. Give me a call or send me a text anytime, even if it is simply to correct a spelling mistake or the grammar in this letter! And if you find yourself in my corner of the world please stop by!

I miss you. I appreciate you. I look forward to hearing from you.

Love,

Taylor

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