Mail Me

at a bus stop near Pisa, Italy 2009

I love getting mail. There is something about receiving a sample of someone else's handwriting. What is it about handwriting? It really gets me going. Like when my husband writes me notes for our anniversary that say sweet things that I want to hear. I love that he wrote them and that I can read them whenever I want. So exciting. I just got some letters in the mail from some sweet girls who are finishing up their stay in Turkey. They are writing to these others teenage girls here in NJ and I can't wait to see what they think of their time in Turkey. There is something about writing that gets ideas out that would not come out otherwise. It is like a time to breathe out everything that you have been waiting to say at the right time. Just breathe it out on the paper and then it will be known and there is no need for a response. Just a smile and a hug or maybe a paper and pen reply. I love pen pals. Just one person across the world to write to. Not 556 friends in a technological melting pot. That's what I wish for the world: more pen pals.