Blogging has come about as a pastime because I have a long history of journal writing. I started my first journal when I was 7-years-old, and didn’t stop until well into college. I loved seeing my own life written down in my own handwriting. It made the experience more permanent and more personal. Blogs disappear into cyberspace, there is less guarantee that the record of my life with be around after I’m gone. Not that I think many people will care about my life, but I’m sure there will be someone down the family line who would find it interesting or nostalgic.
I miss the times when I could identify all my friends by their handwriting. The times of handwritten letters and passing notes in class. I can identify my girlfriend’s handwriting, and that’s about it. The good, old-fashioned love letter is dying, but I do get letters inside cards and the occasional note scrawled on computer paper when she leaves in the mornings. I keep all of these. Sometimes I keep them for the content, but mostly I keep them because seeing her handwriting makes me feel closer to her. With Valentine’s Day coming up, I’m keeping it simple this year — a love letter in a card, written by hand because it is far more romantic that way!