Week 44, 2025 — quiet days

I came back from Bavaria mid-week and sent another Postcard—yay! I get a nice handful of replies each time, sometimes from people I haven’t interacted with in ages, and that makes me happy. For me it’s a win to send out a clean signal that’s perceived to be inviting enough to spontaneously shoot back a reply or text. A while back I thought to myself, it would be something to still be sending sporadic Postcards in ten, twenty years time. It was a thought that opened my aperture for this project and makes me feel more generous and generative.

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I cleaned and oiled my hiking boots over the weekend. These are proper leather boots that I splurged on a dozen years ago, after being enthralled by a store staff who taught me what to notice in my feet. It’s only these past few years that I felt I’ve grown into someone who hikes enough to be wearing these kinds of shoes. I resoled them this spring at a specialist shop in Paris and upgrade the insoles, too. I’m caring for the things that carry me, and realizing I’ve become the person I once bought them for.