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Oct. 13, 1997
Dear Sam,
Of course I was serious about writing again! And I have to admit, I was so excited to open the mailbox and see your letter. It felt like old times and it let me know that you were open to communicating with me again as a friend. So, thank you for giving me a chance.
But I have to start off by saying that you ARE NOT a loser. Please don’t say those things about yourself. Taking a job, no matter what that job is, to support yourself is never a bad thing. You know that I never cared what you did for work. As long as you did it with integrity. So, if they offer you the job, take it and run that store like the badass you are!
Life has been pretty boring my way. Just school, Nate, dealing with my parents, which is a huge headache. They don’t divorce well let me tell you. It’s been a lot of fighting and since my dad works with Nate’s dad, I think he kinda expects me to take his side, but I can’t and I won’t. Do you remember that episode of Friends last season? I guess I should be more specific, huh? Haha. Well, there was an episode last season that reminds me so much of my situation. It’s the one where Rachel’s parents are divorcing, and they have the two parties in the apartments. She keeps going back and forth between the boring Monica party, where her mom was and the fun party at Joey’s, where her dad was. Ross helped her navigate the whole thing. That’s how I feel. Kinda like I’m being toggled between two apartments. And Nate doesn’t help me the way Ross helped Rachel. It’s frustrating and lonely.
Do you still watch Friends? You know me; I was and still am addicted. Nate hates it! He says it’s “brain numbingly dumb.” Whatever that means. Remember when you and I watched the pilot together after that random Thursday we spent in Pittsburgh? The one where we walked and talked about our future. We came home and thought, hey what the heck, let’s watch this new show and see if it’s any good. And we ended up loving it! It’s still on the air, so I guess other people love it too. I wonder how many seasons it will last?
Write back soon!
Love, Maria
P.S. Stay away from the trashy girl upstairs. I don’t like her. She sounds like trouble.