Home is were paper goods are

Ah, the office.
The place where i now gather years and years of hoarding of stationary goods and practice my most effective relax therapy: writing and preparing letters to send to old and new friends all across the world - and a all lot of them even living in the same city as i am, ahaha.

I treasure the idea of dedicating time and some old hand-written calligraphy to show my love, to let these people know they are appreciated and sometimes i slow my pace and make little tiny paper surprises,wondering about their faces when they go into the mailbox, when all they expect these days are bills and unwanted publicity.

Once a friend of mine told me that she used to imagine what would wake her up out of a hypothetical coma and she said :' i think hearing the voice of my kids would do it for me and for you dear Sara i always imagined somebody covering your bed with letters'.
i always smile when i remember that, i think she knows me well.

P.S. Thank you, C for your post and for making me come back to this very neglected blog.
(life getting in the way of living, as usual)