My best friend from school days, met on a sunny September morning in 1979, has fallen off the edge of the digital earth. She hasn't told me the whole story yet as to why as she lives 5000 km away and because she moved house, I didn't have her phone number or address either. Then when I got back from my Christmas holiday, there was a Christmas card from her with her new address in the return spot on the envelope. I promptly wrote this address on the Christmas card I had prepared for her earlier and then sat down to write her a little letter. Now I need to mention that she and I have been writing letters every month or so since we were sixteen and I left for a year away in France and then stayed away for university. Our letters have become less frequent over the years, but no less consistent. But in the last three years, when we had Facebook accounts and email addresses, we resorted to just sending each other short messages informing each other of important events and visits. Very unsatisfying! So last night, when I finally had the relief and comfort of having her snail mail address once again, I wrote her a letter. I only meant it to be a page or so, but before I knew it, I had written six pages. I think I may have also been inspired by looking through all my old stamps to help out my D&T teacher friend for her jewellery club and by tidying up my stationery desk, which had become unusable due to its messiness.
Anyway, the long and short of it, I want to go back to my good old habits, time permitting, of writing proper letters, decorating the envelopes with stamps and stickers and SWAK-ing them.
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