Is it strange that sometimes the thing which cheers me up the most is writing to someone I’ve never met, living half way across the world? I suppose it is a little odd. Since I was very young I always dreamed of having a pen pal. My only experience was a rather awkward couple of months exchanging emails with a Spanish girl I was put in contact with through school. It would have been fine had I been able to speak a word of Spanish and/or her more than a few words of English. Needless to say, it wasn’t the most fruitful of experiences.
I had all but given up on finding a pen pal until I came across the blog ‘A Flood of Memories’.
The blog does pen pal calls and package swaps. I have two pen pals I met through the blog and I love writing to them. It’s not something I ever thought I’d have the opportunity to do and defiantly not something I see any of my friends at home being particularly interested in, but that’s what’s so lovely: I get to meet people who have this is common with me. A few days ago I got a lovely little package from one of my pen pals in the Netherlands.
She sent me a few things she thought I’d be interested in and I’m planning to send back a couple of little tokens of English life. I’m having a lot of fun putting it together. I’m including these two cute little cards:
Facebook seems to mean so little these day; I’ve never spoken to half of the people I’m friends with on there. Writing seems so much more special because you’ve actually got to sit down and think about what you’re going to write. Blogging is similar in that sense, I suppose. What’s your favourite way to keep in contact?