You know, my dearest,
Seneca teaches us by his own example
how much joy there is in letters from absent friends,
as he writes to his friend Lucilius:
'I am grateful that you write to me often,
for you show yourself to me in the one way you can.
When I receive a letter from you, we are suddenly together.
If images of absent friends bring joy,
if they refresh our memory and soothe the ache
of absence even with their false an empty solace,
how much more joy is there in a letter,
which carries the true signature of an absent friend?’
Having a concrete idea of where your future is headed - so much so that you’re already guessing at what you’ll miss of your past life - is an indescribably great feeling, especially when you know that leaving it will be worth it all.