Recently, I received some mail in the post from Canada. Well, sort of from Canada. The truth is that it originated in Northern Ireland, then traveled to Canada and then back again. You see, a year and a half ago, I sent my sister a Christmas card and, last week, it returned to my door. Let me reiterate that point. . . A YEAR AND A HALF AGO I SENT THE CARD! What had happened during that time to the envelope? It's well splattered with dried rain drops, so it certainly saw the light of day at some point. I can piece some of the picture together. I know it made it to the house my sister lived in at some point, but apparently at least 8 months after I sent it, since that's when she moved out of that place and some one else had scrawled "Not at this address" on it. It then mysteriously visited the street our mom lives on, but a couple of houses down from her. I know this because it says not at "1## *%$£" Street" which is literally steps from my mom's apartment. It then, at some point, decided to cross the Atlantic again, this time in the opposite direction and return itself to me. I wonder what it says inside? I can't actually decide if it's amazing it made it back to me or truly sad that it never made it to my sister's address! (This comes as news breaks of Canada Post possibly going on strike this week too)
Perhaps it's best if I hand deliver this one in person when I go home in August?
Perhaps it's best if I hand deliver this one in person when I go home in August?
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