July 22, 2010Virtual Post Mail: Rocket-powered snail mail
Despite being six months into my international travel odyssey, I’m still quite tied to the good old US of A. As my stubborn “mispronunciation” of words like tomato, oregano, and Nissan indicates, I’m a stranger in a strange land. I can’t help but to think of every price tag I see in US dollars, so things like American bank accounts, credit cards, and good relations with the IRS are still integral to my existence.
The Internet makes so many elements of my trip easy as, but for some reason Citibank still wants a physical address to send me useless garbage and balance transfer checks that I can never seem to opt-out of. What’s a boy to do, short of having a friend or family member sort through all of his mail?