My heart broke today. Not for a person; for nostalgia. It’s funny, I never imagined handwritten letters, such a common skill, could become close to ceasing its existence. Writing is my love language, but handwriting letters is an impalpable love of mine. There is something about scribbling words onto a crisp sheet of paper that someone could possibly hold onto forever.
In case you’re wondering what brought this on. It is simple, really. I was in need of new stationary. Good old fashioned set of plain quality paper with envelopes. I went to five different stores and couldn’t find anything except for notecards. Beautiful as they are, it is not letter paper that can hold a beaucoup of scrawled words.
While visiting the last store, I asked if they could order what I was looking for. He politely replied with, “…no one writes letters anymore.”
I was instantly bummed out. And no, he could not order it because they no longer sold stationary.
There are a few specialty stores, but their paper is extremely expensive, so I suppose it is back to college ruled notebooks for my recipients.
I assumed by the time I stepped my soggy foot into the packed store, my kids would begin their tantrums and their attempt to escape the cart.
God is good.
The rest of the day was the usual grind, coupled with preparing my homeschooling lessons. Speaking of homeschool, I finally received the Teaching Textbooks for Nate’s Math this year and Bubba received his Calculus book.
Just for the record, I hate math. Better them than me. ha!
Sorry there was no rhyme or reason for this post. It was completely random, and I sort of like it that way. I’m tired of planning all my posts…this blog is supposed to be my journal so I may as well begin treating it like one.
Until next time,