Sometimes, I find notes in weird places, in my course folder or on my computer or in my calendar. Small, sweet things.
They’ve all been left by a classmate. I strongly suspect Jessica (because it’s her hand writing, and one of them was in Flemish), but the computer post-it could be Hannah.
When I was fourteen, I started leaving letters with nice quotes and small poems and encouragements on seats in the tube. I was all into sweet, quirky things back then, and I thought finding one of my letters could make a stranger happier in the public transport rush.
It feels like this is karma. Finding sweet little notes in unexpected places. And they make me so unjustifiably happy.
Katja Malmborg 