When I was in elementary school, I used to collect stationeries. I’d always go into the bookstores and grab as many stationery packs my mom would allow me to get. I went craaaaazy! Literally, I’d go to the bookstore at least 3 or 4 times a week, and get at least 5 packs per visit. I was obsessed. Now, when I was starting to collect these, I did not want to use them for their sole purpose which was to be used for giving out letters. I ‘d just keep them in my stationery box and admire how pretty they all look. My mother thought I was weird. She kept nagging me why won’t I use any of them even if I buy a billion of them per week.
Sooner or later, I got the chance to use them. I don’t really remember the first time I used them, but I do remember using them in the 5th grade. My teacher brought this sort of mail house thing in our class room. You’d take the roof out, I believe, and you can leave letters in the house to your fellow classmates. My teacher thought this was a neat idea to give messages anonymously (which didn’t really make sense since we were a class of about 20? and we all knew each others’ hand writing) or not within the class.
So, I’d receive really nice letters or notes from friends (which BTW I still have with me to this day!), and I too would return the kind gesture. I developed a liking to writing letters, and I just love love love receiving them too! I wrote to my parents when it was their birthday or during a special holiday and to my other family members on similar occasions.
Now that I’m older and can appreciate the beauty and thought that people would pour into their letters, whenever I’d receive one (which is very very rare now because hello technology!), I feel very loved and cared for. I have a couple of friends in different parts of the world, and they’ve sent me postcards from where they were at. Those are really nice to receive too because for me, it’s like wherever they are, at least they were able to remember me.
Receiving a hand written letter is so special, don’t you think? It means that whoever sent it to you wanted to take a lot of time and effort to express whatever they wanted to say as opposed to typing it on their phones or on a facebook message box and hitting send. Even if it was just a simple, “thank you”, “Merry Christmas”, or “I’m sorry” and even if that was it, I mean, that was all that was written on the paper or card, it feels more real and genuine. The connection from one person to another is so much stronger when you have this physical, tangible object at your hands that prove to you that you are or were communicating with someone real, someone alive instead of having to read perfect Times New Roman texts that lack the flaw and artistry that the human hand can deliver.
Yes, it takes a lot of time. Yes, it is easier to just press send. BUT, who says you have to do it all the time? You can send a letter on one’s birthday or during special occasions like the one that is coming up soon. Writing letters is such a beautiful thing that a ton of people have forgotten – especially my generation. (My dad’s sisters, who live in the US, still write him 3836414321 paged letters. They’re really nice!)
Today, I’d like to share that my boyfriend gave me a letter. We went out to have lunch, watch Delivery Man (I highly recommend this movie, guys! I really liked it!), and go on a bit of Christmas shopping for my sister and niece. I was really surprised to receive the letter because it wasn’t something that I was expecting to get or for him to be capable (HAHA) of doing something that thoughtful. So, thank you! It was a really nice surprise If you want to read it, I posted it on my tumblr blog….here.
Hopefully, I can make it a habit again to collect stationeries (mature looking ones this time) to send out to friends and family. Actually, I have tons of stuff I want to do aside from this HAHA which is making 2014 sound really exciting and stressful, but gotta live life a bit more colorful and fun