For Bek; a continuation

by debraatuow

Hello Miss Bek and any other souls out there who may be reading this.

I hope you are doing well. I received your letter and it was delightful. I am pathetically slow at returning things or replying to things, so consider this your reply.

I am glad to hear you are busy and loving it. I am incredibly not busy and not loving it. In fact, I’ve been on holidays for 2 weeks now and I am already pitifully bored. I love how the world is so vast and exciting and beautiful and there’s so much out there, yet I can never think of anything to do.

It suddenly dawned on me today that I do not have enough money for exchange. I spoke to a friend today who was worried she wouldn’t have enough money.

She has $20,000.

I do not have any where near that number.

As a result, I am selling my life.

My clothes. Guitar. Banjo, handbags, scarves, some spare trucks I have for my skateboard, hell may even sell my skateboard.

And worst of all, my car. Please hold back your tears.

I also briefly considered selling my body, but that was fleeting thought amongst my panicked state and I doubt times will get that dire. 


I dream of exploring the alleys of Melbourne with you.

Let’s make that dream come true.