Monday, December 16, 2013

a letter to julia

JULIA,

so how are things in life? are you doing okay in norway? it is so weird that i haven't heard your voice in...i don't even know how long. talked to bianca the other day and both of us are hoping that you might pack your bags to come stay with us in canada as soon as you finish school. would you do that? she is moving to toronto, did you know?

there is so much i feel i have to tell you. i mean, stuff in general that either makes me sad or happy. stuff that doesn't make sense and stuff that makes perfectly sense. i think i got to know my self a whole lot this fall and it would be nice to have your opinion on my conclusions. i know we always talk/used to talk about that stuff and that i always been kind of aware of who i am/try to be or want to be but yes, there's been stuff going on in my life which kind of made my whole perspective on me/the world a bit different. 

montreal is nice. i really love it here and have a feeling i might stay for a couple of years. i guess it all depends though, if i get in to a school or not. some days i feel really confident in what i am doing/trying to do/aiming to do and i'm all like "uh, here is the first female oscar winner who wins the best male director award" and other days i'm more like "uh i should probably go back to the "cleaning plate buissness" i used to do when i was 14". maybe the last wouldn't be so bad after all, if my film career ends at the bottom of the pacific ocean. (whoaa, that must be so far down!!) i can imagine that there is several ways of cleaning a plate into perfection though. it all depend on if you're using the right tools and moves and stuff. now that i even think about it i get an idea of a film about a sad, old woman who actually devotes her whole life into cleaning plates. maybe i can combine these two careers if my film career is reaching a new low the same year i turn 40. 

anyway, i am a bit sad tonight and you are the one i miss the most rigth here and right now so hey, log in to skype soon!

yours forever, siri. 

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