Stamped, Sealed, and Slightly Shaken

I stood in the post office line clutching my poorly packed envelope, hoping no one would notice how completely lost I was. “This is my first time,” I whispered to the girl in front of me, half-apologizing, half-panicking. She looked at my envelope and said, “You’ll need to rewrite the address.” Then added, “And tape it.” Tape? Panic set in – I didn’t have tape!