Salutations~!
My finger slipped. I know I should be working on my other stories, but I suddenly found a chapter on a document before me. Hey, it's not my fault I suddenly get the urge to write blindly! Well, this random blind writing has to the potential to become a proper story, so be it.
There's only going to be about 5 chapters. I'm not sure.
Enjoy!
To Alfred F Jones,
While this letter may be addressed to you, it really is for all of you. The information, I mean. Possibly some of what I say may only be addressed to you, but I assume you'll take initiative in those situations.
Well, how do I start? Perhaps I will note the way I have set this to you. Yes, this is, in fact, a letter. Not an email, nor a text message, nor any other way over the vast Internet. I have actually printed words onto a piece of paper through a pen. Shocking and alien, I know. But with your open mind, I'm sure you'll be able to handle it.
We arrived in Bath 1 week ago as I am writing this. I think I vaguely remember living here for 2 months when I was 8, but that's it. For all I know, we'll move again soon. I think the longest we've ever spent in one place was the 4 years in London and the 3 ½ years in the USA. Still have mixed feelings about the USA- I think England's better, but it was a good reprieve from it. Even I can get sick of endless rain and old castles. Plus, I met you guys in the USA. That's directed towards everyone, if you couldn't tell. Still not sure how much credit I should give you.
It's no different from anywhere else in this country. Rain. Cold. Mundane, slightly boring life. Why is it that England has virtually no excitement compared to any other country? Maybe it does, I don't know. I guess I just don't pay attention. Well, I'm hoping for snow this year. It's virtually the only interesting thing here.
How are you? Yes, I am expecting you to write back. In fact, the only reason I'm asking such a bland and obvious question is to force you to actually use pen and paper to write a message. No, you're not emailing me. I will refuse to answer you, unless you send questions over letter. Then I'll reply over letter, too. No phone calls or FaceTime, either.
You may be wondering why I'm being so stubborn against electronic messaging. Well, I find letters to be more intimate. And, not in the romantic definition I know you're thinking of. The other one, as Google says- 'closely acquainted; familiar'. It's nice to know the person you're communicating with actually held the paper, and jotted down words. I'm not sure. Maybe I'm living in the past.
I've never been good at questions, so I simply won't write them. You should know what a friend is curious about in your lives! Take the initiative! Actually use effort into deducting what you think I'd want to know.
We're still unpacking. Unpacking is my least favourite part, since I know it's all going to be packed up again, soon. Well, there are exceptions- when we stay in places for over a year. But, it's generally all the same. Sometimes, we haven't even finished unpacking when we need to pack it up again.
These holidays have been rather mundane so far, as usual. In between the unpacking and other things to get settled in here, I've mostly been reading. I'm re-reading all the classics. Reading 'Frankenstein' and 'Dracula' and 'Pride and Prejudice' may seem boring for you, but it thrills me for some reason. I guess I really do live in the past, as I mentioned earlier. Soon, I'll be craving after a typewriter or ink and quill. Don't be surprised if the next letter is written through a means such as those.
Ah, I think I'll stop here. I still have a bit of jetlag, believe it or not, and I'm reasonably tired.
I still expect you to write back.
Regards, Arthur Kirkland.
Though I don't have jetlag, I'm as tired as Arthur. So I'll upload this and go to bed.
Hope you enjoyed.