Dear Friend,

Sometimes my thoughts are too one-on-one for a journal, so instead I write letters.

Last night my wonderful friend in Fargo was telling me about the activities at youth group. I found myself imagining the scenarios if I was there...Later I found myself writing a letter.

Dear Friend,

I adore hearing your stories from youth group; but at the same time...I despise it. Yesterday you told me adventures and my memories of Youth Group haven't left me since.

You tell me about how you hang out with all you friends that I tried to hang out with, but I oh-so-awkwardly failed. I tried again and they started to enjoy my company...But it was too late...I had to depart a few months after.

Sometimes I just want to forget it all. The laughter, the moments, the people... I'm back in Indy. It's not as great as I always perceived it to be. Sometimes you need to move around, shift a little. Living in the same order is pretty boring. To be completely honest I try to view everyday as an adventure but sometimes Indy bores me.

I have to create the adventures, the ones inside my head. Although I live in Indy my mind often wanders off to Minnesota, in youth group, with you. I create little scenarios, I 'photo-shop' myself into your adventures.

Then it hits me.

I don't belong in your stories, I belong in mine. When I imagine myself in your stories they aren't the same, they're not right. You live your adventures and I try (And fail) to live them with you.

I seem to not be content with my little adventures....Why?

Because I've lived much greater.

The ones I lived with you.



Your friend,

Anna