Saturday, January 16, 2010
What I Think About When I Should Be Sleeping
I've been wanting a pen pal for a while now, especially since I saw this and this. (Truly, you should click those links - you'll feel like you just rewound through a hundred years. Also - you'll want to practice your penmanship.)
I think it really started with [Julie &] Julia, - tell me you didn't love her correspondence with Avis?
Someone to exchange small thoughts with, mail to look forward to, pretty things to collect - I'm smitten.
I think I know why I want a pen pal. As with most of my romantic whims, it represents something deeper. In this wrinkle of our life that is absolutely dizzying in both scope and speed, I swoon at the notion of a slower, simpler time. And I'm jealous of a life that lends itself to having a pen pal.
And then I think, 2010 has plenty of time for pen-pals, we're just prone to trade the intimacy and charm of that kind of correspondence for posting to blogs. And writing on facebook walls. And tweeting.
I love that. And I hate that.