:reconnecting:


I’ve been texting and asking friends to send me their addresses.

I want to send them a letter.

Yup, good old snail mail. So far I have written two. I have no idea if they will write back, but I am hoping a few will.

This is a lost art.

My letters are awkward and stilted. My handwriting, normally reserved for my planner (which no one cares about), my journal (which no one will ever see), and my grocery list (which ¬†even I don’t care much about), is…hesitant. It does not flow, the words feel forced.

Plus, there is no autocorrect to save me from my craptastic spelling.

Never the less, I am enjoying it.

Now, let’s see if someone writes back.