Or, at least, I do. At the Avon post office!
Carrie and I went to check her P.O. box and lo and behold I had mail, and lots of it.
Getting mail here was very exciting. I had been a little concerned it wouldn't be delivered. The D.C. post office told me a couple different things about what needed to be done in order to forward mail. It being D.C., I automatically assumed they were making information up, or getting it wrong, as is usually the case.
But there it all was, my magazines, a couple final bills, an invitation to J and S's engagement party, and a D.C. jury summons, which I find really funny for some reason.
The pile of mail also made my move seem much more real. Like I'm not just on some extended vacation.
I can't wait to go back.