This is the eightieth of 87 letters exchanged during World War II between Nicholas Salvatore and Elizabeth Galloway. For more see Nicholas and Elizabeth.

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June 17, 1945

Getting stuck and unstuck

Dear Nicholas,

Now that we have a focus and goal in sight, the days pass with ever increasing speed. I’m exhausted by the end of every day and don’t ever fully recover. Ha, look at me, no matter what I’d find something to complain about. Sorry about that.

Things are good, just busy. Mom’s excited and so am I. We’re going to stay with my aunt until we can find a place. Now that it’s real the fear of not knowing what’s ahead overwhelms me from time to time. I figure I can get a job as a waitress somewhere. There’s plenty of places, but there’s so many more people there. Millions. For all my dreaming, I haven’t been to a big city since I was a child and it scares me. I put so much stock in this dream and now that it’s coming true, what if it doesn’t work out? Things are always different in reality. When I headed east to escape from here I never imagined I’d get stuck in some small Texas town. First stuck because I ran out of money, but then stuck out of fear.

I let fear run my life way too much. If I hadn’t gotten stuck there though, where would we be? We’d have never met. I don’t much believe in fate. I can’t accept the idea of not having any control over things. I know millions of things had to come together in order for us to be in the same place at the same time, and for you to decide to get a coffee, and for me to put my fear away for a moment and take a walk with you, but our paths crossed and in no small part by the choices we made.

If I’m honest I’d have to admit that if you hadn’t shipped out but stayed in camp for a while longer, I probably would’ve avoided you. If my brother hadn’t died I probably would’ve kept on writing emotionless letters based on characters in books, or not written back at all. I think about those things a lot.

Well, I better get back to packing. Thanks for the escape!

Come home soon,

Elizabeth

P.S. Attached find my Aunt’s address

Next letter – June 30, 1945

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