Everyone should make it a point to check their mailbox daily even though it might be more likely there will be nothing there than be something. As one walks down the corridor, slowly approaching their mailbox excitement heightens and the moment of truth comes and as you peer through the window. Whether within lies a package slip or letters is no of importance, the ultimate gift is a postcard. Postcards from near or far, the handwriting beautiful, blue ink, black ink, stamped, from every corner of the world, filling every corner of my heart.
I will wait for your postcards, the thought of their arrival residing in my mind and refusing to leave. Mi querida, mi amor, mi hija, mi amiga, mi hermana, my dear, my love, my friend, my sister, Alison…
Facebook is cold, hotmail unheard of, Gmail impersonal. Show me you have taken the time to write to me, show me you still love and care. Show me even across seas, borders, hours ahead and hours behind me, show me not only our love, but we will prevail.
I can’t imagine moving as a child, the pain of starting over and over again. I left my small town for the big city south of the border and now am pained to be here. It’s nothing against this place or people, it just isn’t the same. They say it just takes some “adjusting” as if that will change the reality of our separation. I have adjusted, I have made friends, I am happy, however every once in a while the reality hits me. There is no cure for this heartache, nor would I want there to be, I know I have a friend in almost every part, nook and cranny of the world awaiting my arrival. I want to be here, just know it is one of the hardest things to be pulled in-between two places, you feel as though you cannot stay and you have nowhere to go, and now imagine the strings of your heart being pulled by every corner of the world.
I lock my door, lock the outside, new world here out, and sit down to write. My true friend, my loving family, my little sister, a forgotten acquaintance, I miss you all. I miss you because you helped me grow, you showed me love across borders and so far away from home. I could never forget you, I love you.
The hardest thing about being here is not being away from my home, but being so far away from my family and friends who are spread far and wide from my heart. I miss my friends and family made in Mexico because we shared something no one can understand here. We made mistake after mistake and then another without judgment. We were young and irresponsible and learned more than another 3 credit course could teach. We gained life experience which may not be valid on a resume or count as AP credit however I don’t ask anything in return.
There is no doubt you will write and I hope you never forget that I will in return, neatly scribbled message awaiting in my mailbox. Your postcards will always arrive and I will always be waiting sending my love through postcard in return.
