By Sisca Lien
When the postcard arrived I knew it would be wonderful news. You got the job! I would fly across the globe and we would celebrate over a bottle of merlot (or two).
So when it said “plan has changed” followed by “I am moving,” followed by “will contact soon,” I could not help but wonder if once again things did not go so well and once again you were starting over somewhere else.
Once again I am staring at your postcard with my heart full of sorrow and an uncontrollable desire to tell you that everything will be alright.