Sunflowers and aliens

It's been 5 years since my latest post...

And I'm not ready to write a new one yet...

Instead, I will let an even older self speak. 10 years ago, during my last year in high school, my English teacher asked us to write a final essay for the class, in the form of a letter from the future. We were to imagine ourselves 10 years later, replying to the invitation for the high school reunion with all the reasons we cannot come and all the things we want to let our classmates know about what we've been up to.

I did make it to the reunion, I did sigh out of admiration for what my friends have become and felt rather critical towards myself. Our teacher handed us the letters we had written 10 years before. I had  no recollection of this assignment, I read the piece with fascination and joy, as I saw myself years back, loving to write and having no idea where I was heading. I saw all the beauty in me I did not appreciate at that moment.

I almost lost the piece of paper since then, but just finished an erratic desperate search through bills, old book pages, and pressed sunflower petals. I could not help but remember one of the most beautiful film scenes I know, one that I evoke when times get hard and one that fits with my discovery of this old self and its silly stories. I'm searching now, just like I was then...

With apologies for the sheer naivity and without further ado...

"Dear all, 

Ten years! Absolutely incredible! It is as if we parted yersterday.

I am very sorry I won't be able to join you on this special day. Still, I'd like you to know something about my life so far...

So I went to on to study journalism. It had always seemed like the right choice. I moved to Bucharest with a friend and experienced life away from my parents. It worked out well, excepting the fact that I found myself on the edge of starvation a few times. I still can't cook.

The second year was a bit blurry. I started to study drums and realised I love being on stage. So I formed an allternative rock band and toured the country. As a result, I got engaged to an Hungarian groupie. Or should I say the Hungarian groupie? Yes, I got together with my twelve grade obsession. 

After the tour things started to change. School was ok, my work was appreciated, still I was bored of writing. Stage wasn't a solution, as it always implied too much drinking. So I followed another dream: I joined the army! I had to go trough extreme training and difficult law classes. My boyfriend was there with me, working in order to become a pilot, like his father. I wrote a book about our love story, called "Seventh heaven between fences".

I got a degree in military law. After a few major cases, I became a prosecutor for the Romanian army. Therefore, when the war started. I was sent to New York, the main war scene.

I tried to negotiate with the aliens, yet they remained adamant. On the day of the Empire State Building attack, I was kidnapped by a former NASA scientist who had troubles dealing with the fact that aliens are not green. He allowed me to send this letter to you.

What can I say? All those people who seemed insane proved they were indeed. So did half of the people who didn't seem insane. What has the world come to...

Love you all,
C."