I just came across this blog post and it tugged on my heartstrings in big way. I wanted to share it with you.
I had a date with my past a few nights ago. Mum brought over some boxes that came from my bedroom in our old house. Most of the things I haven’t seen for ten years.
Here’s what I learnt about my previous self:
In my late teens, I was hot.
When I was in Year 6, I was not.
Michael Crawford is a kind man…kind enough to send a girl a personally signed photo of himself, all the way from England.
My grandma Joyce was matriarch and Queen Of All Things, especially the Christmas pudding.
My beautiful friend Margot, who passed away when we were 20, wrote me a card from Paris.
And so it seems that someone else wrote me a card from Paris.
And so did someone else.
And so did someone else. Maybe people think about me in Paris.
I learnt I kept a lot of journals…
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