Hello Dear One, It feels like an hour since I last wrote you a letter, yet I’ve driven 250 miles north, to start a year of creativity, imagination and creating things. At my parent’s house. I’m waiting for a moment where I think: how did I end up here?
Write to Go Back to Basics
Write to Go Back to Basics
Write to Go Back to Basics
Hello Dear One, It feels like an hour since I last wrote you a letter, yet I’ve driven 250 miles north, to start a year of creativity, imagination and creating things. At my parent’s house. I’m waiting for a moment where I think: how did I end up here?