I’ve always felt too much was made of that, particularly when I look at the friends I have around the ‘net I never would have met in a totally face-to-face world.
This comes to mind today because my friend Ellie, who teaches farmers marketing left today to persue her dream.
I met Ellie way back when when she was a trainer who taught me enough about exercise, weight lifting and exercise machines to help me be comfortable in any gym in the world, no matter who is grunting and sweating and grunting some more.
We didn’t see each other for more than a decade when she called and said she was back in the San Diego area. We met and reconnected – we have the sort of friendship that can pick up where and whenever.
Even though we lived maybe 10 miles apart most of our communication was by email. The 10 miles was a hard trek through construction, lots of traffic and generally was no fun at all. And it generally took at least 25 minutes each way. Neither Ellie nor I like to drive under those circumstances and we began to continue our friendship via email.
It was perfect for us. We each understood the other was working and never minded if the response was a long time coming. I found myself emailing her when the computer was doing something or when I needed a break.
We talked about everything from diet to philosophy, sometimes sending each other links, debating sometimes, but mostly just being friends.
Ellie has always wanted to live way out in the country and raise her own food. Life presented her with the opportunity and, with my encouragement although she didn’t need it, she jumped on it.
As of 5 this morning she and her cat Kit and all her worldly goods are headed to Oregon and an old school house, a farm house and a goat ready to be delivered as soon as she gets the fence built.
The problem, from my point of view, her only option for internet is satellite! At the moment and probably for quite awhile she’s unwilling to spend the money. I understand. And we will probably call each other from time-to-time and maybe even snail mail each other. But it won’t be the same.
I miss her already… I miss her emails and knowing I can mutter at her and be heard.
I’m hoping when she gets there she’ll discover a way to hook up that wasn’t apparent long distance. But the truth is the ‘net means much more to me than it does to her. So who knows.
What has this got to do with freelance writing? Can’t think of a darn thing. On the other hand, it feels good to share it.
Tell us about your email friends.