Today's post had a package for me from France. There were 3 CDs inside, a mixture of French pop and folk. There was also a handwritten letter with Matthieu's scrawl, like any disclaimer that comes with mail-order items.
It's a nice thought, really, to know that I have the chance to receive little presents in the mail from Europe, to know that people still write me handwritten letters. I like appreciating this minutiae and not taking it for granted. It's a source of very delicious pleasure for me.
Today I re-read a good deal of the e-mails that Jose and I wrote back and forth during the time we were in Europe this summer, on our own and and together. It's some of the best stuff I've ever read... written. I was instantly whisked back to those happy, sunny days, which more accurately were just frenetic and humid. I'm glad that I have friends I write e-mails to that understand me so well, and that their reception of me encourages me to pour forth my observations, eliciting vivid thoughts and recollections that I'm eager to convey. I'm glad I have friends I can tell stories to.
Today, it was like I was in a whole other world.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:29 AM
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