I used to write letters all the time. During high school I’d compose an angsty, drama filled letter during every period when I was torn from verbal contact with my friends for longer than 5 minutes. I seriously don’t know how I managed to pass school subjects with all that letter writing during class time. Oh yeah, and I’m pretty sure I signed off my letters with hearts then too. How terribly 16 year old of me.
I still have almost all of the notes and letters I received during intermediate and high school. They are the most hilarious read. I can’t believe how tragic we were.
Tonight I wrote a letter for the first time in aaaaaaaaages. An actual, proper, real live letter. That I will put in the post… errrr… one day. And I think that’s usually my problem: making it to the post office.
When I was writing that letter, I realised that I miss it. And that I’d like to do it more. I do realise the ridiculousness of blogging about a lack of letter writing, given that it is probably a fairly large contributor but I think I can do both. So starting tomorrow I’m going to transcribe flowing missives to my grandmother, send mail to Norway (my most frequent teenage correspondent was Megan who now lives here), and pen notes to neat friends. Hopefully it’ll encourage Hannah, who owes her friend Ella a post card or two.
I will revive my letter collection! (And somehow keep blogging!)