Writing home.

This trip to the UK I’m reviving my letter writing. I really do mean letter writing too, I’m not talking about emailing or DM’s to friends. I’m talking about physically writing letters on pen and paper. I think it’s a nice habit to restore and my Nanna made me promise to write to her and my Grandfather when I get the chance. Len has sent me a beautiful wooden fountain pen and I can’t wait to start hand writing my letters again.

I remember as a kid how exciting it was to get a letter in the post. Now all the fun stuff comes by instant message and email. Only Bills arrive in the post now and it’s not as much fun any more.

There is something nice about a letter, something tangible that brings a real connection. Nobody I know keeps their emails from loved ones but hand written letters are valuable. Just think about all those old letters from grandparents and family and loved ones that have become family heirlooms, treasured memories and glimpses in to our history and past lives.

Something is lost in this digital age where thought and word are nothing more than light and air. What will we have in 50 years when we look back for our own connections to our past and to our families, underwear pics and emails?