Scarlet Letter

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Scarlet Letter

Diary Entrys

Entry 1

I have arrived at my new home. The boat trip was very rough, even to the extent of making me lose track of time. That unclean, floating mass of death was merciful enough to let me be. Too many children have suffered and died on the way to America. I miss Roger a little bit, and hope he comes soon. I'm very lonely and I don't know what I'll do to keep myself busy. Roger was nice enough to give me money to live off of until he comes to be with me. There are a lot of handsome men around here. A single woman could have a lot of fun, and never be by herself.

Entry 2

Well, it's been a few weeks since I came ashore on this new land, but I think I'm getting used to the people and their customs. I have a house that's very comfortable and cozy. It's small, but just the right size for Roger and I. The church here is very nice. The minister is young and full of life, and kind of cute too. They welcomed me in with open arms, and I've been invited to attend every Sunday. They all make me feel so at home, I was immediately attached to the people here. I have sewn a new dress for myself for special occasions only. I've worn it to church once and got dozens of compliments on it. I've even got some offers from some of the 'better off' folk, to make dresses for them, but I declined. I'm fine just enjoying life right now. Everything is perfect, except Roger isn't here. It's funny; I don't miss him that much anymore. I keep wondering when he'll arrive though.

Entry 3

Six months have passed since I've written in my diary. I misplaced it in my sewing basket. I know almost everyone in town by name now. The minister at church seems to have a liking to me. We talk every Sunday about the service and how life's going. He seems to be a really nice young man. I'm starting to wonder when Roger is coming to be with me. I hope he's all right. The thought that something happened, on the way over here, crosses my mind every day. I feel a little guilty that it doesn't bother me that I may never see him again, yet I feel no pain. I don't believe I ever loved him with all my heart. I'm beginning to wonder if I should go find a new life and start a family, but I must wait to find out for sure.

Entry 4

I had a picnic with the minister today. It was beautiful.