-= A CUP OF ABSURDITEA =--
So I keep doing that thing where I forget to update, instead of saying “hey guys, they’re coming right up!” this time, I’m going to go for—don’t hold out too much hope in terms of regular updating.
Life’s a bit busy at this point and keeping up with penpalling is difficult as it is, so I’ll likely just update the blog if I have time and if I feel like it.
[if you want my instagram, which I post more frequently on because it’s a lot easier and quicker, just send me a message.]
Anonymous said: is your birthday soon right?
That’d be correct.
Well, I’ve been neglecting to post a long time. I do post mail updates quite regularly on Instagram though, should anyone be interested. It’s just easier straight from my phone.
Anyways, this one, Chinese New Year themed, I sent out a while ago to Spain.
[I think I’ll make a queue]
Sorry, I haven’t posted in about 3 weeks, but I’ve been quite busy. I do have quite a bit of mail to reply to and send out as of right now, so hopefully in the next while I’ve have time to do that and to post.
Finally getting back to writing replies! For Marjolÿn from the Netherlands, a short novel of a letter.
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.