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I miss mail.
It’s been over five years since I last had a mailbox. With no postal delivery system in either the Emirates or Qatar, almost all ex-pat mail is delivered via your employer. I realize there’s a lot of junk mail, political type stuff and magazines from which I will never order, but there’s something strangely soothing about coming home at the end of the day and checking the mail box
even if it’s probably putting a strain on the environment. Furthermore, the US postal service might not even exist by the time I get back and that fact is even more depressing.
I come by my love of mail quite honestly – my paternal grandmother was a wonderful pen friend. No matter where I was in the world, she would always write me – birthday cards, holiday cards, letters about the family. I was always happy to return the favor. From about the age of 20, wherever I traveled to, I always sent her a post card. She passed away earlier this year and, after visiting the amazing postal office in Macau, I was a bit sad not to send her something. Trying to share my love of mail with the next generation, I send postcards to nieces and nephews – hoping to not only let them know what a great many places there are to visit in the world, but also to encourage them to write me back (hasn’t happened yet – but I’m hopeful one day it will).