Participate in PostCrossing

I requested a second address last night.

Germany this time.

With my first postcard, it only took three weeks betwixt requesting, writing and physically mailing.

The race is on.

How much can I shorten my processing time so as to allow this poor German student to receive a postcard sometime in 2007?

And good grief. What type of social awkwardness makes me freeze up and have to practice what to write on a freaking postcard for goodness sake? It is three inches by five inches. And with the address section, the part I am required to fill is significantly less than that.

So why does it loom so massively like a blank canvas?

I wonder if she would see the humor if I wrote much like a caveman?

Me woman
Me writing you
Me old
Me boring
Who you?
Me sending to you now
Bye bye

Yeah, I didn’t think so. But it’s fun to fantasize. And actually that silly little exercise gave me enough of a release to actually go write my postcard so I guess it worked its magic. It made me giggle, so for what it’s worth, that worked.

But my postcard is in the mail today on its way to Finland.

At least I know it is in the mail finally. I’m not crossing this off until I do a few more. I need to know that I’ve made this a habit before I say that I have become a participant.

And tonight I requested and was emailed my first address.

My first postcard gets sent to an eight year old girl in Finland. How precious is that? She said her mom helps her with the reading and she likes little animals.

It makes my grown up lady heart all warm and fuzzy. So I’m going to find a very special postcard and decorate it in ways that I hope an eight year old girl from Finland would like and send it out as soon as I make it all glittery and decorated and special.

I can worry about chatting with people from other nations later. For my first postcard, I am worried about impressing an eight year old girl. The whole concept is making me grin, but I’m also very excited. I feel like I’m eight again.