So I was happily dancing to the mailbox today, the fever gone and the sun shining, just to discover that I got no nice little surprise waiting for me there.
But wait! What is that? A fat envelope for… my boyfriend… -_- Okay, there really is no mail for me today.
Instead of showing you today’s nonexisting received mail I thought I’d show you my lovely neighbourhood and and where my mailbox lives. Super interesting, isn’t it? :D
The view from just outside our front door. The mint green green house on the right side in the picture is the same house we live in. It’s built in a horse shoe shape around a small yard in which our mailbox used to stand. They have now given us a new mailbox in a small mail prison. By the way, don’t you just love the colour of our house? (I might have used the sarcastic voice in my head when I wrote that last sentence.)
My mailbox lives in the middle one of the three sheds on the right side. The other two sheds are for storing bikes, like if a door with a lock would stop any bicycle thief…
Post room. If you don’t find this depressive I don’t know what to think of you.
One of these faaaabulous boxes is mine (and my boyfriend’s). Please notice the blue plastic container full of unloved flyers and other stuff people generally don’t want in their mailbox. Also consider the amount of love they spent on painting the walls.
So that’s where my mail is delivered. I used to have a real box that could hold larger packages, and it was just outside my window so I could see/hear when the mailman came. That was nice. I miss it. But our landlords thought there was a risk of mail getting stolen, so they locked it up in this little nice room a block away instead.
Yesterday night Tor-Ulf agreed to deliver a letter for me in the near future. I don’t know yet to who, but here he is, ready to serve: