Is there anyone who doesn't enjoy receiving mail?
Like, real mail. Not junk mail, or bills. But actual letters and packages.
It's so rare these days, at least for me, that it's always a delight to see something addressed to me in someone's handwriting.
Today was one of those days.
I came home from work after many hours in front of the computer, feeling tired but needing to rush off to the next thing, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw two packages waiting for me on the stairs.
One was from my parents, who'd mailed me books from home that I'd set aside--books that I love!--which, despite being only a handful of days ago, I'd already forgotten about. (I actually thought it was a heated mattress pad, which they'd told me they were sending, so I wondered why it was so heavy.)
And the second package was from Greece.
This is something that I also knew, theoretically, was coming. But because mail takes so long to travel between countries, it came as a complete surprise, and it was the unexpected joy of my day.
In it were two pairs of earrings and a keychain to protect me from the evil eye (which, if you read my Top 16 of 2016, you know is a real concern!), so I'm beyond thankful.
Not just for the things, but for the thought behind them.
Se efharisto yia ti skepsi, N. :)
(Thank you for thinking of me)