I used to write postcards whenever I took a trip. Lots of postcards. Embarrassing numbers of postcards. No day was safe from news of me, wherever I happened to be at the time, detailed in microscopic printing over every molecule of blank space that the postcard printer provided.
Even if I wanted to take that habit up again on this trip, I couldn't. I'm still recovering from a fractured hand, and my handwriting is large and loopy and largely illegible, like a first-grader trying to forge her mother's signature. So I am going to blog, whenever I have both Internet access and energy.
And when I don't, look for a postcard with a childish scrawl wishing you were here.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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Hey Kathleen - hope you had a good flight and arrived save and sound.
Well??? So??? How was your flight? Have you hugged a camel yet?
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