I never used to be very fussed about checking the mailbox... but now, I can hardly wait. I rush to the mailbox, full of anticipation - if it's empty, there's still hope... Phill often (usually) checks it before I do (because I may or may not have been a bit slack about walking out to the postbox in the past.) So when there's a letter / card / postcard for me, I just can't wait - I rip it open in my extreme excitement... only to be a little regretful that once again, I have not restrained myself long enough to take a photo. The regret doesn't last very long, because I'm too busy reading what's been written to me, and finding a spot to put it on my "Letter Line" that hangs above the TV.
So... no photos of incoming... but here are my most recent outgoings (I did toss a handful of letters in the post last week though, so there are more than just these ones!)
About a week ago, I got the most awesome card and letter from Ang. She had also included some mildly hilarious photos from my university days. I'd like to say... I think I've definitely improved with age. Enclosed in this magical envelope is my lengthy response to her letter.
I do not understand why this photo keeps uploading sideways. I've tried flipping it and all sorts of carry on, but it's just not feeling the photo love. Regardless, this is a letter I wrote to Michelle. I "met" Michelle through Megan's Penpal Mailing List at Time After Tea. This is our first correspondence.
This is another first correspondence, courtesy of Megan's list. I'm loving this (and I'm loving my new stickers!)
A letter for my lovely Faiza. Written and sent with so much love.
It's funny. I've found, through writing letters - it's a bit like picking up where Ang and I left off many years ago. Faiza's always been awesome at sending cards and letters and they always seem to arrive just when I need a pick me up. I appreciate it more than I can ever express in simple words... I have a sneaking suspicion that I am not the only one of her penpals who appreciates her endless supply of thoughtfulness.
The thing is, in writing the "first" letters, I'm a bit apprehensive. What do I say? What shouldn't I say? How much is too much, or too little? Will I scare this poor person off with my openness and babbling, or will they appreciate that I'm (mostly) an open book, ready for reading? It's a bit nerve wracking - especially the wait for a letter back. I mean really, it could go either way. What if my letter turns them off completely and they think "Wow. She's nuts." It's a bit of pressure I tell you! Time will only tell. In the meantime, I'm going to keep writing.
