March 2010
Dear Yalie,
Rory told me to call you that from now on. It sounds so preppy; then again, you always were so preppy. The classic American male. I showed a picture of you to a friend of mine, Rosie, and she went hysterical. She stole the picture, blew it up, and stuck it on her wall next to the lead singer of the Artic Monkeys and Cristiano Ronaldo. That might seem like nothing to you, but that's a major honor, my friend.
I'm glad that Rory's taken you under her wing. She loves Yale and her grandfather, who is, in a way, my grandfather, has these connections that can be beneficial to you at one point or another in your college career. God, I sounded so serious just then. London's made me serious. The rain and the snow and the cold and the work- it's made me old. My only reprieves are your letters and visiting Daddy, Lorelai and Adrao in Italy. I forgot to tell you that they moved from Portugal to Sicily for a villa restoration I have a feeling they are renovating for themselves, but Daddy and Lorelai are being tightlipped on the issue and Adrao tries his Italian out on me, so I'm left in the dark.
Right now, I'm sitting outside a café, in the mild cold, watching people walk past me, living their lives. They have no idea that my life has expanded to such an extent that at sometimes, I am overwhelmed. I miss Seattle. I miss Leslie. I know, she's still here, around, but I feel far from her, like she's been displaced and I have to wade through all these people to get to her. I miss her like I suppose a kid misses their mom, if they like their mom. You know she's the only mother figure I truly have ever known? I had a mother, but she died when I was young, so young, and my grandmother was in a home and Aunt Liz was too erratic to be a mother even to Jess and Lorelai has just gotten the title, but Leslie has been there since I could sift through mud.
I have so many people now, but I've been thinking of you in particular. You were distant in your last letter, like you wanted to tell me something, but you were afraid to. Whatever it is, tell me. Or I'll ask Rory and she'll tell me. We have that sister bond now, so be warned.
April
(P.S. I know we agreed to end it with just our names, but I keep on wanting to add 'Yours'. I know, inappropriate, especially when I'm the one who broke up with you, but I keep on thinking…nevermind. Write to me soon. I'll be home in three months.)
