I received 2 postcards from a dear friend today. I wasn't really surprised to receive the cards, because she told me before she left that she was going to send me some cards from New Zealand.
In this day and age of electronic/digital communication e.g. email, SMS, instant messenging, etc., the value of hand written notes have increased tremendously. When something becomes rare, you learn to treasure it more.
Two beautiful postcards from a friend visiting New Zealand
Looking at the curves of her writing, it makes me wonder where she was at that very moment, what she was thinking and what she was feeling. Chuckling at what she wrote, i wonder whether the same message would have garnered a similar response if sent to me in the letters on a computer screen. There is also a certain charm at touching the same piece of paper she wrote on; its almost like being able to touch her too, eventhough she is so far away. And, of course, the effort that went into each card is worth appreciation too: she had to take a moment to pick the card, find a place to write it, buy the stamps, and put it into a mail box. Much more complex than the simple type and click of email.
I love receiving written mail. There are very few finer manisfestations of friendship than the time and thought it takes to send a letter or note or card written with your own hand. Thanks.
