Waiting, Postcards, Mailbox

Sometimes we wait for the right person / right time / a chance/ a change / a miracle... I wait for a PostCard

July 22nd, 2015, 1pm

Even though the corner isn’t pretty, but that is the letter box carved in my veranda wall, and most often than not, the first thing I do whenever I return home from anywhere is check the mailbox, just in case. There is a certain excitement to find a postcard named to me, filled with a story of someone out there who would share what they did in their twenties- how they fell in love, or traveled the world. I’m sure the mailbox is sad too for not having served its purpose in days. After all, it has been ten days since I last received a postcard !