I can’t remember the last time I penned a personal letter and put it in the mailbox. It’s kind of sad. Not that I was great at doing that–but I did write letters at one point. I have boxes of letters written by my grandparents to each other. What will my grandchildren (if I have any) have from me, boxes of emails? Old suitcases of tweets? They will have drawings, and that’s good.
However, on the bright side, I am in touch with so many people now, and many of them are family and old friends. And they don’t have to decipher my handwriting.