long distance relationships....
Not the romantic kind although I have done that and, man, do I suck at it. In fact, that's a blog for another day.
But no, I was watching one of my favorite films early Tuesday morning, "84 Charing Cross Road", which is an adaptation of a book by Helene Hanff (I think I spelled her name right - I'll check it later). Her novel is the tale of her relationship via correspondence with a book seller in London and how it changed her life and by extension his and others. It's a lovely romantic tale. It's not your typical romance although Anthony Hopkins makes the film version very much about an unrequited love (which works really well), but anyway, I'm digressing...to me the film is so much more about a woman's romance with the written word, both in book form and letter writing.
Anyway, as I sat wrapped in my Snuggie Tuesday morning crying over "84 Charing Cross Road", I began to ruminate on my own long distance relationships developed via correspondence. In my case, it's been emails, IMs, social networks, but it is the same idea. In fact, there are probably 2 or 3 people reading this blog right now who I count as my closest, if not best friends, and we've never even met. Most of the women I trust the most I met almost ten years ago via a message board. I have met men who have become close, trusted friends via dating websites or social networks or work.
In fact, someday I will blog about how a bunch of crazy, like-minded women came together on a message board and/or a chat room (you know who you are)and established a life-long bond that has endured to this day. It's a good story, if not a little hard for some to fathom.
I'm still digressing. What I'm trying to say is we may not write letters any longer, but I think the romance of the written word via correspondence endures. It's just not sent via the post office.
Which is cool because I loathe the postal service.
But no, I was watching one of my favorite films early Tuesday morning, "84 Charing Cross Road", which is an adaptation of a book by Helene Hanff (I think I spelled her name right - I'll check it later). Her novel is the tale of her relationship via correspondence with a book seller in London and how it changed her life and by extension his and others. It's a lovely romantic tale. It's not your typical romance although Anthony Hopkins makes the film version very much about an unrequited love (which works really well), but anyway, I'm digressing...to me the film is so much more about a woman's romance with the written word, both in book form and letter writing.
Anyway, as I sat wrapped in my Snuggie Tuesday morning crying over "84 Charing Cross Road", I began to ruminate on my own long distance relationships developed via correspondence. In my case, it's been emails, IMs, social networks, but it is the same idea. In fact, there are probably 2 or 3 people reading this blog right now who I count as my closest, if not best friends, and we've never even met. Most of the women I trust the most I met almost ten years ago via a message board. I have met men who have become close, trusted friends via dating websites or social networks or work.
In fact, someday I will blog about how a bunch of crazy, like-minded women came together on a message board and/or a chat room (you know who you are)and established a life-long bond that has endured to this day. It's a good story, if not a little hard for some to fathom.
I'm still digressing. What I'm trying to say is we may not write letters any longer, but I think the romance of the written word via correspondence endures. It's just not sent via the post office.
Which is cool because I loathe the postal service.
