Mr. Postman

One of, if not THE most upsetting feeling ever is waiting for letters and not getting any. I've never been the person to check the mailbox every time I come home, or the kind of person who checks the stack of mail on the table to see if there is anything for me. I don't even check the mailbox or the table while I'm in Thailand [though I have a better chance of recieving something that isn't a bank statement]. People have told me they sent me letters and that there are packages on their way, but I don't sit in anticipation waiting for them to arrive on my doorstep. However, when I pull up on my friend's motorbike the same time the postman does I can't help but get excited as he pulls out envelopes and pops them into the mailbox. I shriek. Like a little girl who has just seen a mouse. Of course when I go over they aren't for me. Not one. Even more upsetting than that is coming home to see a big parcel on the table along with letters. I kick my shoes off, throw open the door and literally run over to see that they are addressed to my host parents, from my host sister. None for Emma. I swear the postman hates me and relishes in teasing me with notes, letters and parcels, none of which are for me. Today however, I was minding my own business [walking around the room with my electric fly swatter, looking for the misquitos that had just finished sucking my blood dry] when I heard a motorbike pull up outside. Sing was picking me up to go to yoga so I grabbed my backpack and my key and walked to the door when I saw a young man walking through my garage. It was the postman. And in his hand was the most glorious thing I have seen since Jeanne's postcard... a small parcel that could only be the pictures Mom had promised. I couldn't stop grinning as I signed for the package, answered the same questions I hear every day [Where are you from? Have you eaten yet? What is your name? How old are you? Can I have your email? (No you cannot) How about your phone number? (You can't have that either)] and thanked the postman with the biggest smile and wave I have given in a long time. Pictures. Magical pictures of my cats and my dog, my family and my friends.

I had finally recieved something; life in Canada DOES exist.

"If the world were to blow up I wouldn't be scared, I would be going with all my favourite people"