I never really understood the point of postcards when you’re on a week-long vacation. “Wish you were here” isn’t always true, let’s be honest. And I’ll be home before the mail arrives and we can talk about the trip then.
Well, with my extended travel, I’m obsessed with postcards. And brochures, and tourism rack cards, and funny bags from buying said postcards.
I started with a handful of envelopes: #10 and catalog size. They were quickly consumed. I bought a modest supply. They, too, were gone in a minute. So I broke down and bought 100 of each, and added padded envelopes and packing tape to the repertoire. It’s incredibly less expensive to buy in bulk than getting the small bundles. But where do you store an inventory in a trailer? Under the seat. Truly. And they’re getting full.
That takes up precious space on a postcard. Dad insists that the nonprofits haven’t found me yet and aren’t sending return address labels in exchange for a donation, so I bought my own Avery labels and made some.
I love the smell of office supplies in the morning.
At the risk of aggrandizing myself, I give good mail (minus my handwriting). It makes me feel connected to people I love. Hunting for the the thing they collect focuses me in a way beyond the concentration of the experience. Looking for the joke and perspective that only they will get adds to the blog and makes it personal to them–and to me.
One gas station stop yielded the purchase of six postcards! Three of which were exactly about the topics I had just discussed with my Dad during a driving-education session that’s par for the course when I’m migrating. I see something, I clearly can’t go online, so Dad gets a call and I get an education.
Saving the USPS
I’m doing what I can. Sorry it wasn’t enough to keep delivery on Saturdays–perhaps more people should travel.
BTW, when do I get that Medal of Honor for helping your bottom line?