I’m blessed to have a fair amount of friends around the globe doing some amazing things. Keeping in touch with them is important and I try to do my part to support the failing USPS. I may be a little selfish since most respond with a postcard from their respective state/city/country. But I’ve known empty mailboxes and how much a personal letter means when you’re in a city all alone.
I recently sent a couple postcards to a friend that I try to send mail to when I travel to a new place or feel it’s been too long between mailings. This time I sent two at once (my post office trips are few and far between these days) and got a lovely thank you email. His gratitude for mail made me realize that it is important to put effort into a friendship.
And to find things that certain friends value. A text or email may be good enough for a friend who lives in the same country, but that special extra effort into snail mail may put a smile on someone’s face across the world. It’s hardly any trouble on my end, but the excitement he has when seeing something in his mailbox, is why I send.
My first year out in Denver I relied on my mom to fill my mailbox. Along with weekly telephone chats I felt like I was being thought of hundreds of miles away. And that’s what it’s all about.
To all my friends: in different timezones, in different countries… I’m thinking of you. And hopefully the USPS gets this message across.