I've always felt stuck between too fast and too slow. Too young and too old. Like there was some imaginary race I was running toward somewhere I wasn't sure I wanted to be. I never really knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. Truthfully, I still don't. I wasn't particularly great at being young - but I'm really hoping to settle nicely into feral old lady. So thank you for being here. For choosing something slow and old-timey in a world that's in such a hurry. I can't wait to send you little treasures and pretty paper, and just be two people enjoying a quiet moment together.