Keep In Touch
From mid-September to mid-December 1996, I spent most days at home alone. I did not see any friends during that time, although I wrote letters regularly to Sarah, Em, Rosie, Ana, and Anna. I often wondered if Autumn was still living in Washington. I thought of Jim, too. Where the hell is he? These people have moved. I have no idea where my friends are.
I don't know what to do when I see people I haven't seen in years, and I don't necessarily want to see them. Do I smile now, even though I would not have then? It all seems so phony. Maybe a head nod of recognition would do. It could say, the past is in the past. Let's not act like we're still in high school.
Adam's currently the one I keep thinking about. I think I wrote him three times before he finally wrote back. And I'm sure I begged him to write or threatened his life or something. I brought that one letter to Kansas with me. I read it often. I'm most disappointed by the end, where he promises to write soon. Never did--and he moved. When I got tired of waiting and wrote to the old address, it was returned. My letter was to inform him that I would be visiting England and wanted to see him. I gave Sarah's address and phone number. The letter had not yet been returned. I received it once I was back in America, even sadder that Adam never wrote.