It starts on November 18th with a
postcard.
And continues in late January with a rhyme.
"Your birthday just few weeks away
In order to fully celebrate the day
Arrange for some vacation time
On February the 20th, it will be sublime
Travel to a place you've been before
And wished that you could've seen more
Pack your bags and check your mail
Something fun will arrive without fail" |
And so Wednesday the fun arrived in a big golden padded envelope. The
postman didn't bring it on his first trip around, but instead
as an afterthought. He held it up in front of my window as I sat typing
and tossed me an "Oh by the way, this is for you..." look.
I tripped going up the stairs to rescue it from the unassuming mailbox.
It was large, shaped like a photo album, wrapped in silver star
paper. The card attached told me to guess what it was before I opened it.
I was at a loss.
It definitely wasn't the goat that Erika had been promising.
Instead a binder. And inside a clear, plastic envelope-like page.
And staring out at me, a plane ticket.
This plane ticket. |
