I have arrived in America. The man in the Post Office told me I was in New York.
I was here once before, but that time I arrived by plane. This time I came by boat and it looks very different. I guess it is a big city, like Tbilisi!
It has been good to stretch my legs, but I was also informed that I will be moving on to a place called Oregon! I am not sure if this is a big town, but I am still excited… I do hope that the next people I visit are as nice as everyone else I have met so far.
I am a little lost bear. I have lost my owner, my friends, my home and my memory. I do have some cloudy memories of a little girl but I cannot see her face when I close my eyes. I cannot remember anything else about my life apart from that.
I think my name is Jumble. That was the name given to me by the old lady who found me.
I am trying to find my way back home using the postal service as a way to travel around the world.