Jul 7, 2021
currently thinking about how when i was little, my grandma would walk across the entire town to the “best” bookstore, spend forever picking out a book so it was just “perfect” for me, walk back home, write a couple sweet lines on the first page in blue cursive using the fountain pen she knew i loved, tuck a new bookmark in there (i was always losing them), ship it to me internationally with all the sweets i missed from her country, and call me on our old landline so i’d know it was on the way and have something to look forward to even after my birthday or whatever holiday it was (because we both knew it was always going to arrive late lol). ohh those were the days...
