I have a penchant for mail. I have, in particular, huge penchants for good letters and mail from far away. This satisfies the second quality profoundly.
One housemate has also joined, though he tends to get lamer postcards for the most part. I have hypothesized that this is because I have a three-paragraph profile, which gives people a clue about me (or at least that I like to write), and he has a link to his photography site and mentions that he likes napping. We are both quite enjoying it, though; a lot of “guess where THIS one came from?” conversations tend to happen. (The first one from Finland came shortly after a bunch of us had been listening to the Monty Python Finland song in the car, not-once. I burst out laughing as soon as I saw it, but was also thrilled.)
I’ve bought a bunch of tiny little binder clips, and strung up yarn from pushpins on my door, so I can hang them all. I think I have five solid lines of them now? It’s incredible. I have decided to start a little map as well, where I actually locate where people are sending me things from in a more specific way (the history map gets messy quickly, and can’t be zoomed). Secretly I am hoping to use it to further my pathetically weak interest in geography.