This old proverb is so true; I don’t think we appreciated the things we had. When I was young, I was totally penniless. I had no money to buy records, so I had to tape music from Mr P. I had no money to buy clothes so I had to sew my clothes. I still remember the long red winter coat I made to myself, one that the guys at schools called for moose hunting jacket. That I sewed my clothes is today as hard to believe that I used to be at the school’s basket team (I try to hit the lamp-posts with snow balls every time I pass one, but I haven’t manage to break a single one yet, not this winter, not last winter, nor the winter before…). Mr P wrote that I even sent him letters without stamps (can this be considered romantic, first complaining that he must pay the postman to get my letter, but then admitting that he would pay anything to hear my news?).Yes, I was penniless but I can see from my old letters that I had awful many people loving me, missing me, looking forward to hearing from me, my letters making their days.
And I just took all these people granted. Knowing what I know now, I would immediately exchange my 500 pairs of shoes to having all my friends and lovers loving and missing me again, just like they did for 20 years ago. I would exchange all my one hundred handbags for a best buddy who wrote: “I want for always to be on your top priority list, preferably as number one.”
PS. I promised never again to complain that my friends don’t read my blog, but I just don't get it… If people loved reading my letters, how come my blog can be so boring that they don’t bother to read it?
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