At the moment I still write less with the inmates I have for a penpal.
This has nothing to do with me, but their personal situation.
Most of them do feel better now (winter is over, allowed to have a small job, going outside, meet other inmates, closer to family), which means there is less time to write or... less opportunity.
It is hard to write with a cellie reading over the shoulder.
Paying for stamps or the time using the computer to read and write back is an issue.
Most of them seldom have money and they are slow readers and writers.
Busy making plans for the future. Where to go, to live, how to find a job oncr back at the own feet.
I am not part of the future (although some say I am), I am the one being their in times of need, to kill time with.
So... after all these years I think it is time to scedule my time (life?) again too.
In a few years time my youngest will be young adults. I could have a kind of life of my own. That will be with me since the only other people I attract are scammers and the abusive, manipulating ones.
At that time the world will be changed. I doubt if it will still be the way it was. Different cultures, tastes, human rights, freedom of speech...
The countries I once felt at home already changed. So no need to travel over there anylonger. More and more countries are getting unsafe for single women to travel to.
People changed too.
A lot has been changed since I was a kid. Each day again it amazes me how much people waste and molest nowadays. The aggression, the rapes, the lack of education...
Perhaps I should just wait and see... 3rd world war... yellow vests... civil wars... and plan nothing.
This picture is made by me ... it is one of the few things you find at my walls.
