Last week I mailed a package to my friend who goes to college in Texas. It was her birthday gift.
Her birthday was 44 days prior.
I’m a witness of that snail-mail fatality. It’s dying. Clearly. Gina Deaton can tell you exactly why.
It’s not that I was too consumed in my own life for 44 days that I couldn’t take half an hour to go down to the post office and mail a package, it’s that the post office is dying in a fashion unaccustomed to my schedule.
Most days, I don’t come home from school until about 5:00 due to school activities. By that time, the post office is already closed. The post office is dead on the weekends, I thought. I thought wrong. Turns out Saturday delivery still exists. So I probably could have cut those 44 days down to just 6. My bad.
But nonetheless, the post office has become an inconvenience. Everyone loves getting mail. It’s so personal. More personal than a Direct Message or Timeline Post. Sonia Rayka can attest to that.
But not everyone loves sending mail. Paying for stamps is getting pricier, but Gina will still buy them.
It’s hard to put together what to say. It’s hard to know when it’s the right time to say something, and in what form.
Most of all, in this day, it’s hard to make the time. There are simpler ways of saying hello. Mailing has just become impractical. But some of us choose to mail to keep a dying tradition alive.
Gina, Sonia and I like to be personable. We like to make someone’s day. We like them to read the loops in our g’s and decipher our handwritings. We like them to smile when they see a letter addressed to them.
We want snail mail to live, so we’ll keep it alive.