the past thirty years, Iíve moved a handful of times.
more than a handful. Iíve had several friends that have moved
many times well beyond the limits of a handful. A few double-digit
times. Not me. Iíve only moved a handful of times.
while the moves havenít been numerous, nor did they cover massive
shifts of thousands of miles, I do find myself a bit surprised
that there are a decent number of businesses and interests that
have managed to follow me.
never told them I was moving. Never personally reached out with
my new address. Because, honestly, Iíve never cared if they knew
where I was or how to reach me.
they have managed to find me more than once.
was a charity we donated to more than two decades ago. Gave to
them when friends got married, wanted no gifts, and expressed
that they would appreciate folks considering this as an option.
We were so moved, donated, and have never sent anything else.
Nice enough group. No issues with their admirable work. We simply
have other groups placed higher on our personal lists of charitable
importance when it comes to our donations. Still, they have continued
to send us ďsupporter sinceÖĒ materials, and have directed those
materials by our names to multiple mailboxes.
another group that has been sending me things for more than thirty
years. Theyíve continued reaching out using, I believe, virtually
every address of mine that Iíve ever known. (Slightly more perplexing
to me is that they seem to be phenomenal when it comes to hide
and seek, yet always get my name slightly wrong.)
(and others) always manage to get a chuckle from me as I fetch
the mail, walk back to the house and find the latest and greatest
from them. Consider a bit of the humorous thought to be this:
The group has been determined to maintaining the accuracy of a
mailing list, and yet canít seem to figure out we havenít sent
them any money. (Adjust said thought slightly based on what I
may be retrieving on any given day.)
if they can figure out my mailing address, and follow me through
twists and turns and journeys over state bordersÖ wellÖ you have
to wonder how they canít connect-the-dots and figure out how to
send me text messages or e-mails. I mean, you could argue thatís
because theyíve never had my cell number or e-mail address, which
is a valid point. But they never got an update from me when I
moved, and some of them I never contacted at all to get this one-way,
long-running, mildly amusing and consistently baffling started.
times I wonder about the loopholes created by honest intentions
and emerging technology. For instance, my guess would be that
some facet of setting up mail forwarding and available information
requests provide some solutions to questions about the how and
when and why and more of decades of being found by folks I wasnít
really hiding from (but never intended to learn were seeking me).
Iím more certain that since those relationships were initiated
in some way long before I had a cell phone (let alone used it
for texts), which again supports that part of the story where
they never had a starting point for other methods of contact.
And yet, it does create funny possibilities.
the idea as needed to methods of reaching out to us for whatever
purpose. We, likely as you do, get solicited by extremely random
sources, finding our phone numbers and inboxes because of some
process and often even though they never were looking for us specifically.
some point, someone coming to visit you needed directions to your
house. And yet, for the vast majority of us, every day multiple
people pass outsideÖ they technically found us, since realistically
they did see our homeÖ and they have no clue of the names that
reside behind the front door. I find it weirdly comforting that
some folks know where I am and yet equally disturbing that other
folks have found me.
like my privacy. I like the doorbell not ringing. Over the years
Iíve found that when I answer a knock on the door that I wasnít
expecting, the vast majority of the time Iím not that thrilled
by the introduction that results.
few days ago, someone arrived at our house. They claimed were
headed out, door-to-door, to introduce their new home delivery
food service group. I wasnít interested, but I was polite as I
or accidental, they find me. They always seem to find me, even
when I have no clue why theyíre looking.