I now understand why people get addicted to buying crap on ebay: The act of getting mail.
These days it is a rare thing, and really harkens to feelings I didn't know I had. Like that regular old snail mail makes me feel important and loved. Even if the tag says ebay. So odd. Combine that with the thrill of thrifty shopping, and it is a done deal. Over the last three weeks, I've ordered a food dehydrator, a scooter helmet, some organic cosmetics, organic spices I can't find around here, and a special boardgame for a gift. Sigh.
Post Office Love.
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