Dear Lindsay, I had to be taught how to use a typewriter just now. I hope that wherever you are, this letter finds you both happy and learning. It’s October 28th 2014 and you’re in a sidewalk café on Amsterdam Ave in New York. You’re in the last days of a really beautiful few weeks of a work-travel hybrid that you’ve mastered since becoming a professional. Today, you are happy. You are finding joy in the small things that you do everyday, and you know that you are loved. I hope that when you read this you are getting rid of things you don’t need anymore. I have every ounce of confidence that you are sifting through boxes of paper, smiling. I hope you’ve held on to your optimism, above all else. And that you still talk to strangers. With love and gratitude and however the fortune, Lindsay.