My husband has been gone from the United States for a year and a half, and during that time I have only sent him one package–when I did, I found it to be prohibitively expensive. It cost $80 to send a package by FedEx that weighed less than a pound; while I am aware of alternatives now, I was clueless and desperate to send him something. When I heard that price, I wanted to walk out; however, I had just made a photo book and a stuffed animal that I wanted to send him.
The photo book was just one of the paperback books you can make through Walgreens. I had just been to Mexico to see him in May and I wanted him to have the photos we took together. We didn’t take enough to fill the pages, so I wrote him love letters and poems in the blanks. I said to him everything I wanted to, but never seemed able to, and did so in a language he could barely read.
The stuffed animal was a “soccer fish” that I made out of a knee sock. I cannot sew, which meant that fish was my only option; I stuffed the front of the sock with filling from an old pillow and knotted it off, making a tail. As I stuffed the fish, I sprayed the stuffing with my body spray so that he could smell me when it got there. It took so little effort, but I knew he would love it.
I had spent too much time thinking about him receiving the items that I simply had to send them off. So I forked over the $80 and the book and fish went on their merry way.
Matters became much more complicated after that. My husband has no address and I was told it was fine to list the post office for delivery when I shipped it off. FedEx began calling me once the item was in Mexico City, explaining that this was actually not at all okay. I asked if they would send it to the office in Actopan; they told me there was no office in Actopan.
Eventually, my husband had to go to the office, get the address, have a worker call FedEx, and then have me call FedEx to get it all worked out. A few days after, it arrived. He called me on the phone, crying and telling me how much he loved my gifts. He would end up using my love letters and poems to practice reading English.
Even though I never did it again, I think it was $80 well spent.