Letters

I’ve apparently entered my grandma hobby era. Not the knitting‑in‑a‑rocking‑chair kind, but the “I suddenly care about stationery” kind.

This week’s hobby: letter writing.

I sat down with paper and a pen like I was auditioning for life in 1943. I wrote a whole letter, sealed it, stamped it, and sent it off like a responsible adult who owns a mailbox.

My first recipient got hers yesterday and was thrilled.

Which honestly made me feel powerful. Like, who knew I could bring joy just by sitting still and writing words like a Victorian granny.

So yes, grandma hobbies might be my new personality. And honestly, I’m not mad about it.