Come Out, Come Out Wherever You Are
November 29th, 2007
Dear Passport,
It’s been so long. Too long. Eight months to be exact. The last time I saw you we were in a crowded Mexico airport together. I still remember what you looked like, wrapped in your tiny blue jacket, my airline ticket tucked between your pages. Gosh, it was so hard to say goodbye, wasn’t it? A week of all-you-can-drink Margaritas, lush sands and hot sun. I promised to keep in touch. You promised to keep in touch. And now look – I can’t find you anywhere.
I checked all my drawers, my bookcases and my file folders. Nothing. You’re nowhere to be found. I looked in all my bags and boxes, even got my mother and sister to check in with their passports and see if you were hanging out with them. They say they haven’t seen you either. I’m starting to worry. Even freak out a little. And no, not just because I need you, like ASAP, to get my Visa before I leave in a few weeks for India. Not just because I don’t feel like spending time and money to get a replacement. (Ok, maybe a little that’s why). But I thought we had something here. Something special. I felt like everything was finally falling into place. I paid my GV program fee. Booked and paid for my flight. Even got all my shots (for the record, five in two arms). And then I go to find you, and you’re gone.
Please come back. I promise I’ll take better care of you next time. I even cleaned out a special file folder just for you, got rid of all those old Starbucks receipts I had been keeping there on the side. (They meant nothing to me, I swear). Just come back. I really need you right now.
xoxo,
Joann
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posted by donna (11/30/07 9:42 am)