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To do before I die #1

Dear Optimists,

Last night, I was thinking about what I want to do before I die. All sorts of crazy things came to mind: Scooba diving in Australia, bungee jumping, roadtrips with my future children, drive a Ferrari F40 (red, of course)(childhood dream); all things that won’t happen within a reasonable time frame.

Then I remembered.

When I was a kid, I tried building an igloo. It took forever and I never finished.

In other words, one of the things I want to do before I die is to gather friends and build that godforsaken igloo.

Building an igloo – have you ever tried that? Any pro tips?

Love,
Nadia.

P.S. Typical me realising such thing now the snow’s gone…

When is too old?

Dear Optimists,

I had some cleaning and organising to do in our basement room. It was stuffed and nowhere near as organised as on the drawing:

It had to be done. As any other chore, I dreaded it. But going through all of your old stuff is actually quite fun. Especially when the following happens:

I found Ninna Long-Ears Bunny (yes, that is her name), my old stuffed animal, at the bottom of a box.

Who ever said you get too old for your stuffed animals?!

Love,
Nadia.

Act of kindness – Snails

Dear Optimists,

As it may have come across in my other letters, I’m quite a kid. I try my best to keep in touch with my inner child by sticking to some of my childish convictions. Not that I throw a tantrum whenever we go grocery shopping and I can’t have chocolate (not that often anyway).

But after rain has fallen when the worms comes up from the earth and get toasted from the now shining sun, I can’t help but to help them. I have to help them across the pavement, back onto the grass.

It’s been a rainy summer here in Denmark, so this task was more or less impossible. But the snails, oh my God; the snails. To avoid crushing their houses and taking their lives, I jump around and do a little dance that if I weren’t wearing a hoodie would look like I was doing some African tribal dance.