Decisions, Decisions...
So about two months or so (give or take a week or three) I sent a friend of mine a snail-mail letter, something the two of us have been exchanging for a good time now. We went to high school together and kept in contact afterwards, having been good friends through it.
For the first year it was easy enough as we were still in the same city of the same province with a good number of mutual friends. From the second year out of school onward it's been a little bit more difficult because neither of us are apparently all that big on starting conversations on MSN, YIM, FB, or any other message-sending acronym that I've missed out on. So a few months or so after Christmas I go through one of my countless notebooks and find her mailing address that I had gotten off her in order to send her a card, sat down for a couple hours, and churned out a letter longer than anything I've ever written anyone else (a grand total of about five people over my entire life, although I will admit that those people I do send actual letters to tend to get more than one) which I actually told her in order to add a couple more sentences onto.
Flash-forward to this afternoon, my mum gets home with a trunk load of groceries while I'm in the middle of a particularly vicious mob of zombies (my sister came into my room to tell me "mum wants us to help with the groceries." and got a "Good for her." in response. Luckily for me she has more tact than to actually tell mum I said that) huzzah for bad timing.
Apparently mum checked the mail on her way home from Dominion because she had a letter from my friend that I've been waiting for, thinking "maybe she's not writing one? She's never taken this long before...". But god love my sister she spotted the mail and immediately went through it, telling me "Vonnix, this one's for you... and this one... and this one,too."
The first thing I do is throw out the Capital One letter trying to get me to sign up for one of their credit cards (thanks but no, I'm bad enough with money as it is) as well as a bank statement and then get to the letter I've started doubting would come at all. The first thing I think of?
"If I send one back, I'm probably going to be in the same province as her when she gets it."
Because I'm flying back home to Nova Scotia in just a little under two weeks. I keep thinking that it'd be frankly hilarious to write my friend a letter and deliver it myself, because then I could say "Well, this way it's faster than Canada Post," as it's actually quite true. Sadly.
Oh, well. I'll figure something out.
For the first year it was easy enough as we were still in the same city of the same province with a good number of mutual friends. From the second year out of school onward it's been a little bit more difficult because neither of us are apparently all that big on starting conversations on MSN, YIM, FB, or any other message-sending acronym that I've missed out on. So a few months or so after Christmas I go through one of my countless notebooks and find her mailing address that I had gotten off her in order to send her a card, sat down for a couple hours, and churned out a letter longer than anything I've ever written anyone else (a grand total of about five people over my entire life, although I will admit that those people I do send actual letters to tend to get more than one) which I actually told her in order to add a couple more sentences onto.
Flash-forward to this afternoon, my mum gets home with a trunk load of groceries while I'm in the middle of a particularly vicious mob of zombies (my sister came into my room to tell me "mum wants us to help with the groceries." and got a "Good for her." in response. Luckily for me she has more tact than to actually tell mum I said that) huzzah for bad timing.
Apparently mum checked the mail on her way home from Dominion because she had a letter from my friend that I've been waiting for, thinking "maybe she's not writing one? She's never taken this long before...". But god love my sister she spotted the mail and immediately went through it, telling me "Vonnix, this one's for you... and this one... and this one,too."
The first thing I do is throw out the Capital One letter trying to get me to sign up for one of their credit cards (thanks but no, I'm bad enough with money as it is) as well as a bank statement and then get to the letter I've started doubting would come at all. The first thing I think of?
"If I send one back, I'm probably going to be in the same province as her when she gets it."
Because I'm flying back home to Nova Scotia in just a little under two weeks. I keep thinking that it'd be frankly hilarious to write my friend a letter and deliver it myself, because then I could say "Well, this way it's faster than Canada Post," as it's actually quite true. Sadly.
Oh, well. I'll figure something out.