I've been traveling for work in the beginning of the summer and then spending some time with my new boyfriend, Benjamin, who is canadian.
So we were exploring the west coast of Canada, and I got a text message from my neighbor saying, there's this postcard, this random postcard, and she's like, we're looking at it, and it seems like it could be something really important, but it's also really strange.
And it was indeed very strange.
So I returned to New York City the end of that summer, maybe August, and grabbed the massive stack of mail from my neighbors and mixed in with all of the other things, like bills, bank statements, and loads of junk mail is this bright, vintage postcard.
It was faded and a little bit tattered on the side and a little bit water damaged.
The image on the front is sort of a polka dot, cornflower blue background, and then just says, greetings from Coney Island, New York.
It's this amazing sort of retro font and then little snapshots in each letter.
The quintessential images of Coney island, like a lovely pinup babe coming out of the sea and the rollercoaster scaffolding, iconic New York City buildings, and the long stretch of beach.
So I flipped the postcard over, and handwritten in script, in very well penned, beautiful ink, it says, dearest Rachel, it's winter now, but I found myself with no plans today, so I took the subway to Coney Island.
I remember that day.
Luna park, steeplechase.
We splurged and went to Feltman's today.
I only had a nickel, so it was Nathan's for me.
It's pretty lonely out here.
And cold.
Just how I feel without you.
Will I ever see you again?
I don't know if you'll ever get this card, but I feel compelled to write, if only to say, I miss you so.
Love always.
Love always.