Well, we truly are bad at this..

Anna,

I'm sorry for not writing back sooner.  Life happens.  But you know that...

I will write a real post later (or at least sometime in the next week-ish)- for now I just wanted to stop in and say hello...to let you know I'm still here & still care to get to know you.

(1. BBerry=extension of my arm)

I know we're not doing apologies, but I would also like to apologize to pouring my heart out all in one post.  It has been a long time since anyone has asked me about my life & past; I guess I just needed someone to listen.  I'm sorry I had you confused with my therapist or something of the like.  From now on, I promise not to post such intense (alcohol-induced) rampages about the shit storm that has been my life thus far.

Truly, I am a happy person- I have a lot to be thankful for & so many wonderful people in my life.  I am excited for the future, content with the present, and at peace with the past.  So, onward.. !

I will be giving a lot of thought to your question in the next week.  I am currently in California, which is where I do some of my best soul-searching.  Thus, I will get back to you about "who I am."  For now, just know that I am here & still interested in what you have to say.

Best,
Andie

Hi, Again. And again.

Andie,

I’m sorry. One thing you will learn about me quickly is that I enjoy grand gestures and leave abandoned projects in my wake, strewn like discarded dolls left hairless in my exuberance. I am also prone to pretentious images – please forgive me for both.

My only excuse is, I guess, was that knowing you so quickly kind of…well, it scared me. You are there, with your full and subtle life, and I asked you so presumptuously to share with me…and you did. That was the scary part. I hadn’t imagined you as a real person, as I should have, and then didn’t, and now can, and will. You are bold and brave in a way I both expected and didn’t.

Let’s try this again, maybe? Shorter entries this time, maybe. Fewer excuses and apologies – I don’t need any from you, and I won’t lapse to have offer any to you. I’ll try to write, as a friend would say, “not like such a damn old lady.” I want to know you, too – I am just flattered and blushing and scared absolutely that you want to know me.

So, in 500 words or less, who are you?

Hesitantly yours,

Anna

P.S. Sorry. Again. I really hope we can try again. This is supposed to be fun. And there's nothing more fun than making a new (old?) friend. :)