Letters to Slimmy, Chapter 21

Hey Slim,

I know I’ve been pretty lax in writing to you regularly. Sorry about that. Things have been pretty busy lately, not to mention stressful. I wanted to tell you about this house I visited last night. You saw it, didn’t you? It’s so beautiful, filled with cushy furniture, kitschy knick knacks, well-read books, thriving plants, photos galore…you name it, it was in this house! It wasn’t too far from the home we once shared. Actually, it was just around the corner. I couldn’t help feeling pangs of envy as I walked through, feeling the love and comfort flowing from room to room. It’s the kind of home where you feel welcome and comfortable from the moment you walk through the door. Even the four legged occupants of the home welcomed me with excited barking and slobbery kisses. There was such a wonderful feeling of peace that came over me as I sat at the kitchen table just chatting away. I don’t know if it was the warm color palette used on everything from the walls to the furniture to the rugs, or if it was just from simply being in a house that someone very lovingly turned into a home. Whatever it was, it was inspiring. You know, Slim, I still haven’t forgiven myself for failing to turn our house into a home. It was what you wanted from me and what I wanted from myself and I let us both down. I wish I could go back in time and make things right. I would make that house an oasis of comfort, one in which you would feel most loved and never want to leave. But it’s too late for that now, huh? I’m so, so sorry.

Love,
J