Letterboxing…A recap of what it is.

Since a couple asked, I shall review. [Look, it’s like I’m a teacher. J *laughs*]

Letterboxing is kind of like a treasure hunt, the treasure you end up finding is in the form of a rubber stamp.
To Letterbox you need a log book/journal, in which you will record your finds, usually an ink pad (as they are seldom provided), and something to write with, as well as your own personal stamp.
You can find clues to letterboxes on a couple online sites: http://www.letterboxing.org & http://www.atlasquest.com are good ones.

You take the clues from the websites, along with your gear, and venture off in search of the box(es) that have been hidden by other letterboxers. You follows the directions, which is sometimes easy, sometimes not so much…Usually it involves a little bit of walking through the woods (I know where there is a couple that require walking up massive amounts of stairs! I have one that requires wading across a shallow part of a lake, then climbing up a rather steep hill.), tho there are also urban ones, and some that are actually kept behind the counters at stores (tho I’ve never gone in search of any of these, just read about their existence).
Once you find the box, you of course, open it! J Inside there is usually a logbook and a rubber stamp (occasionally something to write with). You stamp your personal logbook/journal with the stamp from inside the box, and in turn, use your stamp to stamp inside the logbook that is in the box, also adding the date and usually the town where you live along side your stamp. [My families entries take up quite a lot of space, as we have a group stamp, and each have our own personal stamps as well.]
Then, once everything has been recorded in both books (the letterboxes and your own) you hide the box back where you found it (the clues often say better than before, so others still have to actually look for it), and you are on your way.

Letterboxing is the grandfather of geocaching. It can be traced back to way back when in England.
I came across it the summer before last when wanting to find something relatively cheap to do with the Critters over the summer. Sonja absolutely LOVES it, and has a box of her own hidden. Harley is a little less enthusiastic, but seemed excited about the prospect of starting back up this summer (I think he gets frustrated when it takes ‘too long’ to find a box & the sitting & doing nothing part while I’m putting the stamps in the books…Which takes longer for us, as we each have a ‘passport’ book that I stamp with all our finds as well).
In total we have 5 active boxes hidden (and one non-active, which I need to check on and see if it’s location is still good then get a clue up for it). Of those 5, one is Sonja’s personally, and one is mine personally.
The one, I think we found an awesome spot for, as it’s been found by non-letterboxers as well. Some of whom left little notes in the logbook, and one or two saying that they were going to start letterboxing because of finding the box! J
Last year we didn’t get to do much, since the weather when the Critters were here wasn’t the greatest, but hopefully this summer will be better.

& That…I think…Concludes the letterbox section of this entry.

Now onto the ‘I’m agonizing and being all Emo’ section of this entry.

Two days not ‘seeing/talking’ to Wasil online and I’m all…*beats head on floor* I don’t have words for it. I hate this! I am, for all of my years on this planet, a grown being (Yeah, I refuse to call myself an adult, just as I refuse to call myself human)…Maybe this is because I really am a perpetual teenager…Maybe it’s because I’ve had such crap luck in the past…Maybe I’m just utterly paranoid…Maybe I need hit in the head with a brick. *sigh*

I guess it’s just hard being apart from him…Even if we are usually apart…This just seems more apart…And it’s agonizing.
& I hate how much it effects me…Like I’m not in control of my feelings/emotions…Though I do suppose that is what love is all about. Giving up that control to someone, in the hopes that they will repay you in kind & keep your heart safe. Still…The apartness…I don’t know where he’s at, who he’s with, what he’s doing. I trust him, I do…I don’t trust others…But I know he won’t do anything…He loves me, I know this…*sigh* Stupid evil mess of the past-ness.