An ode to The Package

Dear Heart,
Today the only thing that warmed up my cold, damp, bedraggled self was this exciting package. I waited until I was back in The Diff to open it, and inside found the seven seasons of Gilmore Girls, untouched and terribly shiny.
There is something paradoxically child-like and grown-up about receiving packages, letters and post cards, or even about putting stamps on a white envelope. I always dream of writing letters the way my parents did, then wrapping them up in blue ribbon.
To bed I go, with Rory and Lorelai and the Valentine's blanket Mamma Mia gave me to keep me warm in my wrinkled, (single) old age. Oy vey!
Love, Lydia x