Yes, I am like one of those who love to receive postcards.
And yes, I do occasionally send postcards to myself. It is a great souvenir, and a good way to give myself a pat on the shoulder: “you’ve made it there! Well done Emeline!”.
Today I came across this amusing post from The Happy Hermit about sending a postcard from Montenegro to oneself. He had written great praise for oneself, and realized once home that the character on the stamp was quite disapproving the operation – is it sad to send yourself a postcard?
The latest postcard I have sent myself was from North Korea – I could not resist at all the idea of sending myself a tourist card from the most isolated country in the world!
My personal tradition when sending postcards – and I admit that my friends do not all appreciate it to the fullest! – is to write them in local language. Languages are intriguing, alphabets are fascinating, and it is a way for me to share a little bit of the country I am visiting: OK, you won’t be able to read the text, but at least you know about what the alphabet looks like or what the words look like.
It’s totally irrelevant to understand what I write on my postcards anyway, because most of the time I just copy a few words from a local newspaper, and in some cases it’s even just items from the hotel’s laundry list!
So, sending yourself postcards – sad or wonderful idea?