Dear Reader,
I can't tell you what to expect of me because this will just lead to failed or overwhelmed expectations. As they would say in the black and white movies of old: "I'm just this guy, you know?" Except that I am a lady and I do not wear long duster jackets, but I do enjoy a good Tom Collins and the beautiful face of Audrey Hepburn. I am of an age that changes every year, I attend college at a place where thousands of others also attend, and I was born into this life without a manual of exactly how to live it. I guess what I am trying to say is that I'm probably not that much different than you are and we are both doing the exact same thing: the best we can. And really, isn't that all you can hope from anyone?
Listen: If you don't like my letters, I won't be mad. You are your own monkey with your own thoughts and feelings, and I can appreciate that. It still doesn't change the fact that they are, in fact, letters to everyone.
So read a few, if you'd like. You may not agree with me about banjos, but you may agree with me about oatmeal. I'm just saying.
Love,
Kendra
