My mailbox flag was up for 2 days before I took the mail out and drove it to the post office.
I am honestly giving it a full 100% effort to remain positive about our relocation to Connecticut, but some days it really does feel like an impossible feat.
Back in Central New York, my mail person was the sweetest man who would leave treats for my dogs every day and was happy to knock on my door, bring my packages and say hello. I knew him by name and we gave him gifts every Christmas.
I have lived in Connecticut for over 4 months and have no idea who brings my mail or what their delivery schedule is... AND I work from home, which was not the case in New York.
Today, I drove to the local post office to hand deliver the mail that had been sitting in my box for 2 days. I asked the postal worker at the desk if he could tell me who my mail person was and what the delivery schedule is. He said I would need to call before 9am to get the schedule and delivery person for that day. He also noted that mail delivery people do not stop at every house every day. I was in complete shock to hear that.
Don't my taxes pay for the postal workers? Don't my taxes pay for them to bring me my mail - every day?
Why do I feel like every time I have a Connecticut complaint, taxes come into the conversation...
Negativity is never something I prefer to promote but I need to put the truth out there because this is just down right frustrating. I think the only people who can really love Connecticut are those who have history here... otherwise, I'm wondering what there is to love about living here?
The bottom line is that if I want to mail something, I guess I drive it to the post office. The post office that is 1.9 miles away but will take 9 minutes to drive there and involves a right, a left, another right, and another left and then a left into the post office parking lot. #newengland
I moved to the Point Beach neighborhood in Milford, Connecticut in June of 2018 - these are my experiences of owning a new beach home and relocating to unfamiliar territory. ~ Shelly Straub