Air Mail

There is absolutely nothing more exciting than getting a hand-written letter. I love it. Love looking at the names and addresses carefully written on the envelope, the multicoloured stamps put on a million miles away, and knowing that this weathered piece of mail has travelled around the globe through countless hands and post offices to get to you. Love ripping open the envelope in a hurry to see what it says, though trying at the same time to be careful not to rip what's inside.

And then to see all those words, scrunched all together to fit in neat little rows of tiny tiny letters that I then crouch over and try to decipher word after word after word... drinking it all in quickly, gulp by gulp, until I reach the end and make myself go back once more, slowly sipping this time, pausing, thinking, reading over so it really seeps in.

I love that letters can make you laugh and smile and think...

Sometimes I wonder if I should just go take off and really challenge myself by being somewhere really different, where I'll have to figure stuff out and grow and learn every single day... And I know that you don't necessarily need to be half a world away to do that, but there's still something very appealing about it...

"This is a true life in tranquility" -- it's gotta make you think.