October 3rd, 1989
While it was still dark out, I woke from a dream, filled with palm trees (the Hollywood movie variety) that somehow turned into something from a horror movie. I sat bolt upright in bed, caught my breath and turned the light on.
I can’t say I was surprised to see it was only 3:18, nor was I surprised that, no doubt due to the time changes I just experienced, I felt wide-awake. Knowing there was no way I could go back to sleep, I slipped downstairs, to the kitchen. When I clicked the light switch, my eye was drawn to the far end of the kitchen counter, where an airmail envelope sat on top of a small pile of post.
“Shit!” I exclaimed, reaching for the pile. “I can’t believe I forgot about this last night.”
I was tempted to tear the letter open and read it right there and then but I knew if I did, I’d be disappointed that I hadn’t taken the time to enjoy taking it all in.
In the cupboard, I found a packet of bourbon biscuits, with only a few missing. While I made tea, I munched on a biscuit and scanned the rest of the post. I was pleased to see a postcard with a koala bear on the front, from Christopher. He mentioned ages ago when I was in New York, that he and some friends were going to Australia and New Zealand but I’d forgotten all about it. According to the postcard (sent last week, from Sydney) he was having a great time and said he’s looking forward to seeing me on my next trip to New York, whenever that might be.
Made tea in the pot and set everything up on the table, I even put the biscuits on a plate! Read the other bits of post, sat down, poured the tea, added milk and carefully opened the flimsy airmail envelope.
Inside, were six pages, all written on one side. I took my time reading and savouring every word and even stopped halfway through to enjoy a few sips of tea and a few more biscuits (sometimes when I say a few, I mean five. Or six.)
The letter was absolutely lovely and possibly the most descriptive one I’ve ever received. Not to mention the longest, although having said that I have a few epic letters from Pamsy, so ok, maybe not the lengthiest but certainly one of the most expressive.
The way David described Tokyo, I felt like I was right there, in the middle of what sounds to be a totally vibrant city. Reading his words makes me want to go to Japan more than ever.
At the moment I have no idea where I’m going next, all because I lost the LA due to the changes to the last trip. As much as I want to go to Japan, I still want to go to LA more, so I’m going to keep my fingers crossed in the hopes that’s where I end up.
David signed the letter with, “Can’t wait to see you again,” and a string of kisses.
Ah, lucky me.