After a very long day (a whole lot of stress and running around campus), it was refreshing to see these postcards in my mailbox. And although I'm pretty sure my dad bought them and coerced the cross country team into writing on them, it's the thought that counts. It's nice knowing that people are thinking of me. And I'm not going to apologize for my excitement for mail. It's probably one of my favorite things.
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