One of the things one does when one moves, at least what I've almost always done, is sort through old stuff. Usually, I do it before I move, to cull things I don't want to go to the new place. I'd had this box of old letters in my friend's attic, from when I stored some stuff there during my time in seminary. I moved it, and I'm just now sorting through it.
Reading old letters from friends is always a heart-tugging process. It's been a while since I did it. Most of the letters are from people I no longer am in touch with.