My mind is blank… couldn’t sleep very well and was feeling ‘funny’ all day… slight anxiety maybe… it all feels surreal and I thought I was coping well – especially since starting to write again.

But my energy is low and I am sick of not being able to plan, my trips cancelled and no clear date of WHEN things would slightly go back to normal.

Anyways, I still felt like posting something today, as I have been for almost two weeks now.

I am thankful for the world we live in, the fact that we can update and exchange with colleagues on Zoom, that we WhatsApp with friends, we call and video chat with the ones we love.

I still remember the days when the only way to keep in contact with friends was through letters. It would take 3 weeks to get a letter from Latin America to Romania. Crazy, huh?

But it was wonderful to get them and save them and re-read them. I might still have some saved up in my hidden treasure trunk.

To feel I ‘save’ messages now, I end up taking photos of my phone screen, star important ones on WhatsApp and regularly go back on conversations. But there’s still something magical of receiving a letter or a postcard in the mailbox. The excitement (since you don’t always know from who it is), the pleasure of holding it in your hands, opening the envelope… it’s all part of another world now. It’s usually a text that was thought (and worked on) and not instantly written like an sms/whatsapp, it’s uniquely handwritten (which says a lot about someone apparently!)… I might start writing letters when the post starts working normally – why not?

I can be modern, connected and still send the occasional melancholic letter…

How do you keep in touch with the ones you miss?