"I greet you! And your family!"

I am working. I am busy. But I'm not sure what to do with myself. Both now and the rest of the summer. I want to fly by the seat of my pants. The more and more I observe myself, the more I see that that isn't me. But I so desperately want to be.

My vocabulary is lacking. I could never be a writer.
I still have laundry in the dryer. Pretty sure it's been there about three hours. I hate folding clothes.

Today, I got a letter in the mail from Solaida. Okay, honestly it was a few weeks ago and I just found it today under a stack of ignored mail from when I was busy with finals. Her handwriting is beautiful and completely incomprehensible. She's asked about my family. It flows too eloquently for a 10-year old. I immediately began to write her back and started crying. Not out of sadness, but out of disbelief. That the Haitian girl on my fridge who looks like she hates photos taken of her really wrote me a letter. And that her favorite subject is "Maths". That her school is called Bethlehem. And that she is praying for me. Solaida, you are loved by the Creator of the universe. I pray that you know that in the deepest part of your decade-old frame.

Lives stupefy me. How we are incredibly depraved. And yet capable of so much good.
I need to find better ways to express these thoughts.