Dear Eloise,

I guess all my diary entries will be dedicated to a pretty special person. Eloise, I grew up with you and I miss the closeness. We came from the same place, a spot filled with sweetly adverse, but not impossible, circumstances. And somewhere along the way, there was a fork in the road, and from there we started to branch off. But like two little twigs, we’re still connected to the same tree. I hope to see you soon. Our friendship started with writing a story on a bus ride as kids, four hours away from broken homes. I hope that by writing with you in my mind, our friendship starts again. This time as adults on a different kind of ride, towards a sense of self - that inward home - complete - full of love - and together, unshakable.

From me to you, your crazy soul sister,
Amanda Easterbrook.