Dear Put-Together Abby,

I saw you cruise by in a faded blue Jeep Cherokee, long curls dancing in the summer breeze, whistling to Jukebox the Ghost, smiling obliviously, so caught up in your perfect daydreams that you completely missed the house and kept driving.

Um. 

I know you're all caught up in your perfect life and all, and that you're probably really busy packing photos and hip decor into your boxes to take to The Perfect College, but if you could find a minute to come back, we're not doing so hot without you. 

You see, this whole "living" thing requires complete attention, and when we're so busy studying for AP classes and trying to fulfill the American Dream, we forget about that. Gorgeous opportunities for adventures absolutely dance outside our second-story bedroom window and we're crouched on the scratchy carpet, puzzling over a math problem, concentrating too hard to look up. 

But I know you're enjoying yourself. And it's such a lovely picture to just admire, to be honest. So if you don't feel like coming back and dragging yourself through the muck, I suppose messy-haired, scatterbrained, too-concerned, ordinary Abby will just have to do. 

She's kind of cool sometimes, I suppose. 

Anyways.

Send us a postcard!