We used to send postcards.
Loneliness isn't quite the right word for it. Disconnection is closer. We have more ways to reach out than ever, and somehow our relationships become an afterthought.
Life competes. Work, distance, the days slipping by. We drift. Not because we stopped caring. Because intentionality slips away.
A postcard was different. You chose one person. You took time. You wrote knowing they would hold onto it. Receiving one meant you were thought of. Just you.
We want to bring it back.






