Back in the 20th century, I rented a box.
I’m not sure when I did, exactly. All I do know is that it came in tremendously handy because the period of my life between moving out of my parents’ house for the first time and buying property of my own was marked by a rather unstable string of mailing addresses, often due to unreasonable increases in rent that sent my roommate and me packing for better places. Things like postcards from bands and museum newsletters got to me uninterrupted and I had an address I could use to avoid being stalked.
The business that hosted my box closed and I was moved to somewhere a little further away, but still within my range. Then I bought a condominium in lovely Sandy Springs and it was a bit of a drive to get there. I held on to it, because I harbored the belief that I’d be moving back intown in a few years once I had enough money to move out of my starter home into something grander.
The Great Recession hit. I waited a little longer. In the meantime, I started directing requests for The Ten Thousand Flower Project there.
I lost two jobs in a row to mental illness. I waited a little longer still.
I discovered that there was a purveyor of mailboxes in the same large complex that I buy my groceries. That clinched it.
This is a rather long ramble to get to this point–the new address for The Ten Thousand Flowers Project is:
The Ten Thousand Flowers Project
227 Sandy Springs Place
Suite D, #474
Sandy Springs, GA 30328
Please update your SASEs accordingly.
Dear Sheila, i was checking on my paspport number, and pum one of your flowers came right to my nose, i remember when you gave it to me in the Atlanta museum, thanks for it, ill place it somewhere in my new house here in Bogota, Colombia.
Yours truly
ivan
Thank you! I’m glad it has a good home.