Yesterday I went to the post office and had 3 slips of paper for packages. I had to go back this morning and get them. So I walked up to the post office near my house, handed the clerk the 3 slips along with my ID (which I had to go make another copy of because of the whole "Sierra, Lauren"/"Lauren Sierra" fiasco last time). After I paid the women, she had me come around the corner to get my packages. They were huge. I looked like an idiot carrying them but felt like a kid at Christmas. I got to my house, laid the boxes out and tore into them. The first two were packages from my mom... she sent me some clothes and shoes. I planted my face into the clothes and inhaled deep. It smelled of home and that just made everything that was homesick in me disappear.
The 3rd package was from the Brown Family. Wow. 3 books, cheez-its, trail mix, 2 packs of twizzlers, an outrageous amount of koolaid, skittles, pasta sides (6 of them... cheddar broccoli with the small noodles are my favorite), a CD, and a singing card... when I opened the card it still worked!! I couldn't believe it! The words were so kind. I keep every card taped to the inside of my closet door and every morning look at them. So, Brown Family, your card is taped up and I think of you often.
I just wanted to say thank you to anyone who has sent me mail. It takes time, I know. Writing a letter to me from this far away or sending me a package means more to me than I can possibly explain. It's tangible. I can smell things and taste things and put cloth between my hands and read your handwriting with a card between my thumbs and pointer fingers.... it makes everything hard go away for a time and it's like I'm carrying you through the streets I live in. SO THANK YOU!
The 3rd package was from the Brown Family. Wow. 3 books, cheez-its, trail mix, 2 packs of twizzlers, an outrageous amount of koolaid, skittles, pasta sides (6 of them... cheddar broccoli with the small noodles are my favorite), a CD, and a singing card... when I opened the card it still worked!! I couldn't believe it! The words were so kind. I keep every card taped to the inside of my closet door and every morning look at them. So, Brown Family, your card is taped up and I think of you often.
I just wanted to say thank you to anyone who has sent me mail. It takes time, I know. Writing a letter to me from this far away or sending me a package means more to me than I can possibly explain. It's tangible. I can smell things and taste things and put cloth between my hands and read your handwriting with a card between my thumbs and pointer fingers.... it makes everything hard go away for a time and it's like I'm carrying you through the streets I live in. SO THANK YOU!
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