I cannot go anywhere on my travels without buying a postcard. There is something special about the snapshot moment a well written postcard can capture. The little details of that particular day which your memory can easily forget, are stored forever on that little piece of card.
Now I admit, I am quite old fashioned. I LOVE receiving post, I was worried the magic of post may be lost when I went from the odd postcard and fun parcel as a child to pretty much 90% bills now I am supposedly an ‘adult’. But the magic has not been lost. I still get excited when I hear the post hit the floor, and the anticipation of riffling through the envelopes to see what the postman has brought.
It saddens me how few people still send postcards. There was a time that whenever you went away, you would send postcards to the majority of your family, aunties and uncles, grandparents and friends. You could easily spend an entire evening of your holiday writing the inner details of your holiday, to share with your nearest and dearest, from far away lands. I have recently found that although some people write postcards, they don’t actually post them because in all likelihood, they will return home before the postcard reaches it’s destination. This takes away the nice surprise though, when you arrive home to a postcard on your mat from someone on their travels. Even if they have already returned home, the postcard is a little time capsule of that moment of their trip.
I have received numerous postcards over the years, and I keep them in photo albums and sometimes like to look back and read the little snapshots on the back. It gives me inspiration for future trips but also brings back memories and feelings from the past. I once received a postcard from a friend of mine who was travelling with her then boyfriend (now husband) and the day she wrote the postcard was the day before he proposed. Reading the card now, she had no idea what was about to come when she was writing it, and if it wasn’t for the postcard, that moment wouldn’t have been captured. With a journal you can see the whole picture, with a postcard it is just that one moment.
I have quite a collection of postcards from all over the place, from New York to Japan and everywhere in between. As long as I can continue to buy a postcard on my travels, I will carry on collecting them. I really do hope that everywhere will carry on selling them but with the many social media channels and the ease of email, I do worry that postcards may soon die out, but until then, I will continue flying the flag for them.