|It caught me off-guard, this little postcard. I was holding a pair of pants, mid-fold...and had to stop and remember.|
After the trip, I tucked your postcard away, resolving to write the letter later so I could give it the proper attention. I had the words already, though...words about Galway and being this far from Mum and my friends here and what I've learned to cook and med school classes and how I miss you, I miss you.
I was going to send it. Would that still be appropriate?
And this...I found this, too, in the pocket of a handbag I hardly used. It's helped my headaches, this green oil. I remember that you always kept a vial in your change purse. Do you know I still won't let Mum tell me what it is, or where you buy it?
Someone has to preserve the magic.
|My check-in bag - just under the 23-kg limit. Whew.|
|In a fit of impatience, I moved it all to the common room this morning. I'm ready.|