A Sorrowful Day
March 7, 2011
These sheets of paper have been stuffed in my back pocket (getting ass-sweated on) for the last decade throughout 40 countries and countless adventures. I filled the pages with stamps and visas and once had to have new pages added so I could keep traveling. My picture makes me look like a criminal, but I am sorry to have to see it expire. It’s odd that I am attached to such a simple packet of stitched together paper, but these pages have seen me through some very scary situations and been there with me when I met the woman who changed my life.
Always with me and always a part of me. It feels worn and well traveled, standing as a testament of the adventures I lived throughout my twenties. By comparison the new passport I just got in the mail feels sterile and boring. Its pages a blank canvas, but such is life, we change, we start anew and we continue onward.
The brand-spanking new passport, complete with embedded chip, looking forward to filling it up just like the last one!
Thankfully I already have a couple of trips lined up in the next couple months (Singapore and Borneo/Cambodia in April; Washington and New York in June!), with more travel photography, foreign foods, and more adventures!
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Mine was so sweat upon and curled [really pretty disgusting] that half the time they couldn’t scan it. Just got a new one myself, should be fun to destroy.