While in Haiti, I was too busy to worry about the Letter, but the moment I returned home the torture began. I found myself checking the mailbox with trembling hands, multiple times a day, then skulking away in disappointment that it hadn't come. One night I dreamed that my mailbox was overflowing with letters -- all of them in envelopes the same size and shape as the one I was expecting. I dove frantically into the heaps of mail, searching desperately for the piece I'd been expecting. When I thought I'd finally found the Letter, I tore it open....only to discover a credit card application.
Bah.
Well, today the Letter came and ended my misery. Now I'm just shocked. And grateful. And excited.
