When I was 23 I moved to the Czech Republic to teach English. It was one of the more impulsive decisions I ever made, but also one of the better ones, if only for these text message I found written in an old journal while I was digging through the garage looking for a book today:
From a student (no romance here at all, just wanted to hang out again):
Hi Meagan, today I am going to Alps for four days. I would like to see you again after coming back. If you will agree. Your presence is charming.
From another student, regarding a billiard hockey team called Dragons Brno, of which he was a member (I still haven’t figured out exactly what billiard hockey is):
Dragons Brno has 9 wins 1 deal 0 lost. Is it great season? YES,IT IS GREAT ,deffinitly.
WE are on the first place.We are the champions for year.
BHC DRAGONS BRNO , FOREVER
From the lifeguard at the pool, who scouted me to swim for a local Czech team, in response to a text I sent him letting him know I was on my way to a meet in Vienna:
Good luck my little white delfin!
And, a personal favorite, from another friend, heading to a party at my apartment:
I am coming, can you describe to me where is your castle?