Why you should still send postcards

At a time after I can (and have) FaceTimed my mother from a volcano in Hawaii, I’m nonetheless a author of postcards. Anytime I cease someplace notable, I’m positive to ship one to my mother, my dad, my nieces and nephews, a handful of mates and till she died in 2019, my grandmother. I began doing this in 2017 after I spent the summer season going to the 18 states I hadn’t been to but. The behavior caught, for 2 causes.

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First, for me: It forces me to take a break from no matter I’m doing on the generally weeks-long highway journeys I take. The act of selecting out postcards, sitting down to jot down a message, tackle them and affix a stamp, is usually sufficient to remind me to not rush from one spot to the following. And whereas I don’t usually keep in mind what I wrote, I can nonetheless see a number of the writing places: a bar in Hilo, Hawaii, a desk at Cosmic Ray’s Starlight Café in Walt Disney World,picnic tables on the Indiana Dunes Nationwide Park and Bandelier Nationwide Monument. There’s additionally the ice cream store whose identify I can’t recall, in a city I don’t keep in mind, although I can nonetheless really feel the mushy fur of the proprietor’s cattle canine, partially as a result of a number of weeks later, I adopted a cattle canine of my very own from a shelter in Idaho.

Second, it’s a simple solution to make somebody’s day, as a result of whereas that actual picture may need been printed on hundreds of postcards and ship to hundreds of individuals, those I’m sending are coming from one individual solely: me. As an alternative of an Instagram or Fb publish, a bodily postcard is private. The word is perhaps dashed off, a pithy “hideous, clearly!” on one from Lake Placid depicting Whiteface Mountain at peak foliage, or honest, even a bit unhappy, like about lacking New Jersey’s blueberry season regardless of being at a pool in Las Vegas.

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I had time to consider what I wished to say on these postcards from Isle Royale, one thing that may seize each the frustration of what number of occasions I’d tried to get there and the elation of that journey being virtually full; I settled on a brief and pithy: “I made it!”

Every week later, my good friend Katherine despatched me an image of the postcard after it arrived at her residence. “I discover them intimate and one of many kindest acts,” she instructed me. “Who takes time to jot down? Purchase stamps?” No less than for me, it’s the identical one who nonetheless drives a stick-shift automobile: each experiences are extra tactile than their digital counterparts, and make the act of touring a extra hands-on journey.