little love letters (summer 2021)
You really are the big easy: our smiles were easier, our hearts were lighter, our bellies fuller. Thank you.
You know who you are; who you truly are.
Goodbye. Two years, an open floor-plan, a gas leak, the ceiling falling, dinner dates, rooftop adventures, projector movie nights, the annual quarantine talent show, a zoom marriage, a new business. To a million stories.
Thank you for pina coladas and pool parties. A Fourth of July we'll remember forever. We are so lucky to have you.
Dear New York,
It has been a decade: 10 years of finding and recreating dreams, too many odd jobs, learning about myself, making forever friends and letting friendships go; college, grad-school, teaching, learning, Columbia, playwriting, 54 Below, trains, cupcakes, Harney & Sons. Broadway. Getting married, weekends away, walking for donuts, cardigans. You will always hold a special place in my heart as the one who solidified me in this form (as the person I am).
Hands up in the backseat of the convertible with you, reenacting The Perks of Being a Wallflower was beyond my wildest dreams. Infinite. Happy 30th birthday, friend.
Dear North Carolina,
You were sweet, sunflower-filled and so different from how remembered you. But you were also cottages and cute streets, and our first musical in a year-and-a-half. You did not become, for us, what we had envisioned (after looking for apartments and getting jobs) but you were a reminder of all we are doing to find our way, to stay the course, and to love one another.
You make sense of the nonsensical. You make days fun, restaurants easy, find the twenty-five cent martinis and make galavanting in the middle of all the bright lights as sunshiney as ever.
We are burying you. Like Carl Jung says, we don't solve our problems, we get bigger than our problems. And we are bigger than all of this.
Around the world in 29,000 steps, with dear friends and big eyes. What a wonderful world.
Dear Final Week of Summer,
Who knows what you have in store but---ready or not, here you come.
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My name's Melissa. I'm the girl with her hands in her journal. Married to my best friend and planning a lifetime of adventure!