This is the glamorous life of a digital nomad. It’s not all wind swept hair (I don’t have any) and mimosas (ok so it’s occasionally mimosas, but that happens way less often than you probably think. ).
Our address, technically, is here in Seattle. When we need something mailed, we send it to our mail service here, where it remains until we are able to come and pick it up.
That has happened twice since we started using it. One of those times was this week. I walked the 1.6 miles from my friend’s apartment in Belltown to downtown. It wasn’t a wasted walk. Along with endorphins came some impressive eye candy.
I emptied out my big backpack for the trip, I really didn’t know what to expect. “Do they give you like, a box?” Christine asked me. I had no idea. I figured it had to be bad.
Among other things of note, Christine’s driver’s license (woo!) A couple of books sent to Christine from a PR rep who was not aware we weren’t going to get to read them in a timely fashion.
And my school records.
When I read the files in this folder, I see a kid who clearly had ADHD and no one knew it. This will be a future project for me, showing people how a good kid with ADHD does when it isn’t caught.
And like someone with ADHD (which I am), I don’t know how to end this post, other than to offer up these two books to whoever wants them. If you want either Naked and Marooned or I Didn’t Know That About New York, just leave a comment here or in the Facebook link to this post on The Wireless Generation, and I’ll pick someone randomly before I leave Seattle and drop that in the mail for you.
Our mail is your gain!