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Favorite postcards

For those of you who don't know, I love getting mail. I guess this started a bit when I first went to summer camp, but I think it really kicked off in college. My friend group had scattered and I thought writing could be a good way to stay in touch. At the start of each semester, I'd send out a batch of postcards and then wait and see who had the time to write back.

While this prompt was originally just favorite postcards I've gotten, I'm also going to make it favorite postcards I've sent. I used to have a stack of cute baby animals sharing bad news and another that was cute baby animals saying like really bad pick up lines. I thought these were the height of hilarity and I love the idea of people seeing these bizarre bits of mail as they passed through their hands and finally ended up with my friends. If anyone still has these, please send me a photo because I can't remember the things that the cute baby animals said specifically. I wonder if I still find these funny or if I would just cringe this day.

My friend Kimisha sent me (over time, not all at once) a whole book of Harry Potter postcards. They were so delightful and since they were all from the first movie (or so my memory tells me), I was always hit by a pleasant wave of nostalgia when I received them and occasionally a moment of 'Aw look how cute these actors were!'. Plus, we got to call them owl post so that was very fun (no, owls did not deliver them, but wouldn't that have been cool?). Oh man, she also lived in this town called Big Fork and got me local postcards. Sadly, none had forks on them, so we resorted to drawing forks on mail that we sent each other, but maybe that's better (hard to imagine that they could do better than us).

My mom sends me weekly postcards in Ireland and I love them. Even though junk mail sucks, it is weird to live somewhere where I'm getting no mail. So it's very exciting when there is something waiting for me when I get home. My mom is sending me mostly ones with book covers on them and that's delightful. Although I was shocked that she didn't remember that I've read The Phantom Tollbooth (for shame, Mom).

I currently have a set of friendship postcards that, if memory serves, my friend Dante gave me. I have so so many postcards. They have a really good range. Some are like apology postcards, some are telling the receiver they're awesome, some are talking about how adulting is hard, some are serious about how life can be hard, and a lot allow you to customize so you can make them whatever you want.

At home, I still have postcards from my trips to Italy and Iceland I think. I feel like I should also still have ones from when I went to the Netherlands and Belgium, but maybe I used all of those up. I feel like, no matter how many postcards I send, I keep finding more that I've bought. One would think that this would stop me from buying more postcards, but that's simply not the case. I have certainly bought some Irish postcards, but I guess I've avoided buying a lot of them since I still have the box of friendship postcards sitting on my desk. I also had two that I got at the Royal Irish Academy with super old books on them. These were free though, so at least I didn't buy them. I believe I sent both of these to my friend Kimisha, but perhaps I sent one to someone else.

I also have a book of Edward Curtis photographs (or maybe they're just mostly Edward Curtis cause he took so many, either way they're old photographs of Native Americans). The photographs are often very striking, but I guess they're not the most colorful or fun postcards that I have so I haven't sent too too many. But I should work on that.

So, I guess what I'm saying is, I'm always looking for new pen pals. Anyone want a postcard?

(Prompt by me)
Photo source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Storer_college_postcard.jpg

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