handy works

so this morning, being in my "new" home, i started to think of the family and friends i missed. yeah, i'll be home in a week, but this is the first time i've actually "moved away". so sue me for missing things. anyways, The Man upstairs knew just what i needed. a box with some old treasure: hand written letters.

what's crazy is that some of these were from more than 10 years ago. from post cards halfway around the world to letters that bled with what I thought love meant in those days. sure, i've made new friends since then, but the smell of old paper and ink brought me back to the days i didn’t have to think about what i wrote, but instead what i felt, which makes it seem more pure. these days, with text messages and emails being so quick and to the point, i once again long for the paper folds, the margin doodles, the scent of perfume, and the recognition of your loved ones handwriting.


here are some shots of the finds. and even if the words don't hold the same meaning now as they did back then, they did their job today:

















a couple extra tidbits:


remember when tickets were $5??!??! oh the dates....


and this was a game played in the dorm a couple months into my freshman year at uci. we wore pieces of paper on our back so that other people could write anonymous things they thought about you. the best one i got was "you live here?" proof i'm not a social butterfly