I spent my Friday afternoon last week going through random things in my “boxes of memories.” I kept three boxes full of old letters, pictures, and souvenirs from school activities. I’ve been putting this task off for weeks because I thought deciding on what items I’ll take with me to the US, and which ones I won’t, was child’s play. I was wrong.
I started sorting old letters out from childhood friends in 1995. Halfway through my business, I found myself in a whirlwind of emotions. I went through each and every letter—I teared up, laughed, and cringed all at once.
Once upon a time, sending letters to your childhood friends via snail mail was a way of “keeping in touch.” That and the endless phone conversations that kept you up all night, even when you both know the same things will be talked about again the next day at school.
These letters are proof that I had a wonderful childhood in spite of memories most kids my age had. It’s unimaginable that I’ve been [and I remain] friends with the same people from 20 years ago. I had a good belly laugh with Y, one of my long-time friends, when I sent snapshots of her letters on Viber that same day. For this reason, we promised to bring back and make more memories such as this by writing to each other even when I’ve moved thousands of miles away.
With the advent of technology, writing personal letters and sending them by post had become foreign to us all. I encourage everyone to write letters to family and friends again. Nothing beats that feeling of anticipation at the imminent arrival of Mr. Postman who may or may not be carrying your mail. Let letters fly. It feels wonderful.