Dear Mr. Payne,
My name is Karin Harrell. I’ve heard great things about your center. I would like to refer myself. I know I need help, and isn’t acceptance the first step to recovery? Or something like that.
Anyway, my problem is this: I love gardening, but it’s so dirty! I hate being dirty more than anything else! I always get teased by people about how much I like being clean. One of my classmates in high school even gave me the nickname “Neurotically Neat Crazy Karin.” Unfortunately it usually got shortened to Crazy Karin.
I used to have a job helping my nextdoor neighbor, Mr. Smith, with his garden. I got fired, though, because as soon as I would plant one seed, I’d have to run and wash my hands. I only worked there for two weeks, and I doubled Mr. Smith’s water bill for the month.
I’m hoping that your center can help me get over my fear of being dirty. I also want to be able to get good enough at gardening that I can start my own garden. I want to show Mr. Smith I’m not hopeless!
Thank you so much,
Karin Harrell
P.S. I heard one of your previous residents just used gloves when she fished and gardened. That would never work for me. If I was wearing gloves, how would I be able to feel what the plants need?
P.P.S. I understand I’ll have to work hard to reach my goals, but I’m really hoping to have time to write in my diary. Can I please keep my diary? Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?
Referral:
Name: Karin Harrell, Female YA
Traits: Neat, Neurotic, Insane, Loves the Outdoors, and Green Thumb
Goals: Earn enough Lifetime Happiness Points to get the “Dirt Defiant” reward, and also gain a few skill points in gardening. If by some miracle she manages to get enough LTHP to get Dirt Defiant and a SWAP, she’d like to swap out her Neurotic trait. If you can get Supernatural working by then, she’d like to switch it for Gatherer, which will help with getting better quality seeds.
I will be writing her diary entries after every update or two. Maybe a little less often if life in Dimension H gets too crazy. I know you can’t see it through her letter, but she was batting her eyelashes as she wrote that P.P.S.