Dear Extremely Dedicated Family-Member/Friend,
I really hope you’re doing well. Yes, it has been a while since my last email. Probably months, although I can’t exactly remember when I last haphazardly bashed out a few words on my keyboard and sent them to you. I’m sorry for the huge delay but there are reasons.
I’m busy. Yep, I get it, so is everyone. But I’m flat out just seeing the sights, experiencing new things, planning trips, vacations and holidays in between working and normal life. There’s a lot more to do here than there was at home – mostly because I haven’t had a whole lifetime to get to all the amazing places San Francisco and America (or wherever I am now) has to offer.
There are always going to be new foods to try, mountains to hike, destinations to get to, foods to eat (you do remember that food is my life, don’t you?) and exploits to explore. Sitting in front of a computer does not rate highly on my list of things to do.
You are a delightful person and I love you to bits. I really enjoy hearing from you but there’s just one thing I need to say – you really don’t need to reply to my email the same day as I send mine to you. Sometimes hours after.
It might not look like much, but I’ve probably sat through a long session of replying to five or six other people’s missives. Writing about the same things in different ways for different audiences.
Sure, I could employ the olde copy+paste trick, but I don’t think my eight-year-old niece needs to hear about the time I was called a crack whore by passersby. So give me a little bit of a break. I like to enjoy that “cleared inbox” feeling for more than a day.
Remember, you’re just writing to me and maybe a few others overseas. I’m writing to everyone I’ve ever met because apparently the act of moving to another country has suddenly made me an interesting person. I still don’t understand why that is.
While we’re on the topic of you writing to me, can I make a request? Tell me about you! Just because I’m overseas gallivanting, doesn’t mean that what you’re doing isn’t interesting to me.
I want to hear about what’s going on at work and home. The cute things your kids have been up to. It all might seem mundane to you but it’s a link back to home for me and I love hearing those things. A few pictures wouldn’t go astray either.
Now that we’ve got all of that stuff out of the way, the Pomodoro timer‘s ringing so I’m going to have to draw this one to a close.
Wish you were here!