Our First Package

We (finally) received our first package from the States!  Ever since we left in March, my mother has been collecting things that we either forgot or things we didn’t think to bring so that she could send us a package.  She finally reached critical mass (enough stuff to fill the small fixed amount package at the Post Office) and sent it off into the unknown.  The person working at the Post Office told my mother that it would only take 6-10 days for the package to be delivered.  We had no reason not to believe him, especially since the cards she’s been sending have arrived in a mere 4 days.  But, 30 days later, when the package still had not arrived, we began talking about what to do as far as making a claim on the insurance for the package.  We had resigned ourselves to the fact that it was lost in transit and my peanut butter and Reader’s Digests were lost forever.  But, two days later, as Nathan and I were coming home from the gym, our doorman ever so casually mentioned that a package had come for us that day.  I was so surprised and excited that I could hardly keep from opening it right there in the elevator.  And after 32 days in transit, the only problem with the package was that the chocolate chips had melted and then rehardened all in one clump, and that’s certainly not a problem I mind having.  I thought it especially fitting that when the package got here, emblazoned across the front was “America Supports You.”  Yes, as a matter of fact, America does support me, in more ways than one.

Package from Home