To The Ends Of The Earth

What's really unfair about technology is its limitations. I hate the false sense that I can be a part of someone's life every minute of every day through text messages or facebook. But that I can't physically be with those that I love.

So many of my loved ones are going through so much right now. Both happy and sad. I want to be with them all. Physically. All the time. Is that really asking too much?

Come on technology, where are the not so virtual hugs? When is someone going to invent the jetpack already? And what kind of sick joke is it that 50% of those I hold dearest live on opposite sides of the country, and in a couple of cases- opposite sides of the world!?

I know, I should really feel blessed that I have this technology at all- and that I'm able to skype, text, etc. But lets be honest. I suck at using my phone. I am so much better at communicating in person. As bad as I am at virtual communication, I am even worse with the postal service. Several of you know this first hand, as you have been waiting for your packages from me since, well, october.

Ugh, Amy, get it together! This self-induced post office anxiety has got to go.

I absolutely hate the distance. I can't even count the number of times lately I have wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and pillow talk with Annika, to go on a hike with Sierra and Sarah, or to lay by the pool and talk about life, love, and religion with Chelsea. Its just not the same over the phone.

Its amazing to me how much I crave their presence. All of them. The older I get, the more I crave it. The longer we're apart, the more I know why I love you all so much. There is a Chelsea, Annika, Sierra, and Sarah shaped whole in my life. It needs to be filled, and soon.

So here is my plea-

Dear whomever is going to invent the jetpack,
     I appreciate that you are taking your time to perfect the engineering of this modern technological contraption. However, I'm going to have to request that you speed up the process as I am growing impatient. I realize that the first few years of its existence it will be far out of my budget; therefore, I need it to happen soon. That way, I can visit my girls in the next decade. You see, 15 years from now I might be creeping up on that whole mid-life crisis segment of life. And I am most definitely going to need them, even more than now if that could be possible. I appreciate your taking my plea seriously.

                     Sincerely, Amy

Dear girls,
     I am trying. I am trying to get us that jetpack, every day I send out good vibes for it and I am certain its going to happen. I am going to try harder at the phone, and even harder at the post office. My lack of communication is in no way related to my feelings about you. I love you all to the ends of the earth and back, (I have to because thats how far away you are). It would be great if I could love you to next door and back, but it doesn't look like that will be happening anytime soon. Until then, I will continue to send good vibes and prayers out to each of you, every single day. I think you are all awesome, and I don't tell you enough.

                     Love you always, Amy

1 comment:

  1. Truer words could not be written! Jetpack or teleporting pill - I'll take either!! And I don't think what you have is "self-induced post office anxiety", I think your just part of the 99% of the population who doesn't feel like standing in line for hours only to have your package rudely ripped from your hands, slapped with an overpriced price-tag and roughly thrown in the "send" bin.
    Ain't no body got time for the post office!


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