I had a thought today that I wish I had a penpal. Isn't that a strange thought? Considering how much I write to people over email and through blogs. I just miss the old-fashioned method of putting pen to paper and mailing it to someone. Boyfriend thinks I'm obsessed with greeting cards. I send them back home all the time for no reason. I just sent one to my sister and one to my mother yesterday, and I picked up one for my father that is waiting to go out.
All I do is write - for work, for school, for freelance jobs, for my journalling, for my publishing commitments... and yet I can't get enough of it. It's like an addiction to self-expression.