Sunday, March 6, 2011
Excuse me, where but can I send my mail?
First when you are in a new country, you tend at first to cling to small things you know how to do and can go months without bothering to learn anything new if it isn't essential to your daily life. (As in find out how to send a letter? Not today thanks, I'm good, I'll just keep talking the bus from this stop here and visiting the corner store that doesn't actually sell cereal which I really would like to eat.)
Second, because when I moved recently I felt oddly attached to my post office and library. I secretly went back the ones I no longer lived by because I was a bit sad about leaving them.
Third, I laughed hardest because when I first bought international stamps to start mailing postcards to Jessica in Ghana the post office clerk immediately said "Oh, I know why you want to send letters to Africa. I had a nice young girl in the other day for the same thing, you are sending letters and papers there so you can adopt a baby. You know, she got her baby and then boom! she was pregnant with a baby of her own. You hang in there sweetie!" Shucks, in a manner of minutes I was no longer a customer, but a hopeful adoptive mother with infertility problems. Its one of the reasons, perhaps, I should be glad I got to leave that post office behind. What will she thing when I never come in with an African child?