I am thinking the title of this post is redundant. Because basically you should not be friends with someone unless they’re nice. Or for proper grammar: unless “he or she” is nice. The World According to Yael.
Every week we get a little surprise in the mail. Maybe a postcard from a friend visiting DC who thought of us, or a much-needed supply of my got-to-have-it Kashi cereal, or creative birthday packages, or a little note with an article cut out, or a Yael-shirt that had to be bought for me, or Girl Scout Cookies… Beyond family, who are awesome to do these things (but also it’s kind of a law), it is so nice for our friends to think of us. I see how much the postage costs and usually it’s 17 times the value of the items contained within.
Although. Is there a value on real mail? No way. There is just something about real mail that makes this whole crazy trip feel okay.