I'm sure all of you out there in cyberspace share with me the feeling of excitement that comes with receiving mail. I'm not talking about the kind of mail that pings up on my computer screen while I'm trying to study, and I'm definitely not talking about the kind of mail which forces my mobile to vibrate frantically until it falls off the table. No, sirree, I am talking about your honest to God, dinky-di MAIL. In the mail box, delivered by a post man, stamped and processed, sealed in an envelope.
I get mail quite frequently for a person who pays neither tax nor bills. This is because I often have overdue library cards, or because I've done something at school that they felt like telling my parents about (don't worry, folks, its usually a good thing), or because I have sent away for something. Recently, I have come into possession of a pen pal too, and he sends me mail from time to time, although lately we have taken to sending each other writing challenges which mean that the reply takes a gargantuan amount of time to be ready. But the mail I got yesterday was the kind of mail that inspires crazy dancing, and hugging strangers and calling Grandparents, who can always be counted on to rouse up some enthusiasm (Love you guys).
This mail came from the City of Subiaco.
It was a letter that included a certificate. I received a Highly Commended in the Tim Winton award, which is not a placement, but its also not a Participation certificate. The accompanying letter said that they really liked my writing style and I have been encouraged to continue my writing.
So yeah, I feel pretty good about myself right now.
And I love mail!