A good mail day
It was a good mail day. Even though the mailman was late. No time to stay home and wait for him all day, so decided to just go out. i saw the mailman in my street going towards my door. I decided to walk back, following the mail to my home when i saw him ringing my bell. (me turning around and following him must have looked very suspicious to him)
"You got some mail for #75?"
"yep!"
"That's for me, I'm expecting an important signed delivery."
"Hm." Now he's seizing me up. If it's really for me.
"From whom do you expect to receive something lady?"
"The US consulate, sir."
A smile appears on his face as he pulls out a large envelope from his bag and has me sign for it.
"Thank you for probably the most important mail delivery of my life!"
I went back inside and opened the envelop. Found my passport inside, with my official visa in it! Woohoo! It's really real now. Inside was also a letter explaining me how to enter the US next time and another large envelop with DO NOT OPEN on it. That's just plain cruel. You know now i do want to open it. I won't. But i do want to. Because it says not to.
Labels: mail, visa-journey
5 Comments:
That is a very good mail day indeed. Congrats!
Congratulations on your visa. It's so funny, I was reading your thrifting tales and until I got to the discussion on the Queensday celebration, I wasn't aware you weren't already writing from the US-- apparently the love of thrifting is completely universal. :-)
I love the vintage cards you found. Best of luck in finding other great thrifted treasures. (Queensday sounds just like the sort of day I'd love!)
Best Regards,
Jenn
Congratulations!! Hooray you can start packing now :) How intimidating is that 'Do not open' envelope, it makes you want to hold it to the light or try anything to see what's inside...
Heeey, good for you!! Congratulations.
xx Annet Elias
Yay for you Ismoyo! When do you go?
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