something has kept me la-stuck and states-stuck… i’m trying to get all un-
I carried around the pictures for my new passport for two weeks. They sat at the bottom of my purse. The drugstore cardstock packaging taking the weight of the day’s junk that traveled to and from work. Occasionally, I’d sneak a peek at the woman who would look back at me for the next 10 years. It’s like I needed to get used to seeing the Me that other people see, hoping that she really was as happy as she seemed. I was in the post office putting the packet of info, expired passport, money and photos together when I couldn’t help but place the new pictures next to the old one sealed into the book of state-sanctioned memories. I was a little surprised that I didn’t look that much different or older.
Here’s the thing: I’m a little embarrassed that my passport expired almost two years ago. Yes, embarrassed. It’s like one of my big “You Are So Stuck” signposts. I guess maybe because the reasons I put it off are manufactured by fear, fear of things lost and being afraid of just letting go. I’ve been fretting about the how much it cost and really didn’t want to turn in the old book to get the new. You know, flipping through it reminded me that I’d been places. Well, I forgot to copy the pages with those beloved “You Were In My Country” stamps and waiting made it cost more, duh. Expedite, pls.
So, now, I’m counting the days. Not ‘til I fly, fly, fly, but until I can follow the renewal process. We’re leaving in a month and I’m a dork with a tracking number.
Nikki♥