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 it in.

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 in 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, corn flower 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 of the

quintessential images of Coney Island, like a lovely pin-up babe coming out of the sea

and the roller coaster scaffolding and iconic New York City buildings and the long stretch

of each.

So I flipped the postcard over and handwritten, inscript, and very well-pinned, beautiful

ink.

It says, dearest Rachel, it's winter now, but I found myself with no plans today.

So I took this subway to Coney Island.

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