Email

Emails
Since it is a rainy Saturday, I decided to spend my money putting up blogs for you to read….besides I really do like the sound of my own voice. (I talk to myself out loud sometimes while I write…)
In America, I would check my email several times a day usually. At work, at restaurants that had wifi, and whenever I was bored. I didn’t have internet at home, but it didn’t matter because it was so accessible. Because I checked it so often, I did not mind the boat loads of junk mail that I was sent, as it was easy to press delete. When I was about to leave the country my family, yes we had a family plan for our telephones, switched to an amazing package where we would get internet, so email as well. I never got to enjoy email on phones, except for when I would borrow my friends’ phones. Now, I know some of my family only reads my blog or emails through their telephone. It is strange to think how much things have changed in one year…
In Samoa, I was having trouble distinguishing what I needed to read and what was pure junk. I wasn’t able to delete my mail daily, which made email checking a horrible chore; so I switched email accounts. This helped quite a bit, and I began to be able to distinguish what was important. It also made sure I didn’t “accidently” delete an important email when deleting a page worth of junk mail.
When I went online today, I was amazed at how full my inbox was for one week. I had over ten emails. I quickly got to work with opening a letter, signing offline, to not waste mb, reading the letter and typing a response, and then going online quickly to press send and open up the next letter.
It took me quite some time to go through them all….so much time that I missed the ride to return to church this evening, and did not want to walk up the dirt road hill in the pouring rain. (Don’t worry, I did go this morning to earn my delicious to’ogani and will go again tomorrow, in hopes of more delicious food!)
It is funny how I used to think ten emails would be nothing for a day, and now I am flabbergasted at the site of my inbox with that many inside.
I am not saying to stop writing, I love when people write to me. (I also love real letters…) It is just funny to realize the little ways you have changed in the past year…