Posted By Kristabella on June 13, 2012
So, I leave for Toronto early in the morning. It’s weird, I’ve been having these panicky passport dreams lately. They all revolve around me forgetting it at home and getting to the airport and realizing this. Then it is a mad dash to decide if there is enough time to go home and get it and still make the flight.
I figured these dreams just meant “Hey, dumbass, don’t forget your damn passport!”
I didn’t really think anything of it. I wrote a giant note that said PASSPORT on it to remind me.
And then as I was sitting at my desk this morning I had a startling thought: “I think my passport may be expired.”
So I panicked. And there was nothing I could do about it until I got home tonight. And really, if it was expired, there was probably nothing I could do about it anyway. And then I got sad that I was going to miss my trip.
I got home and first thing found my passport.
WHEW! Two days to spare! Cutting it way too close.
TUESDAY, you guys. It expires TUESDAY.
Now let’s hope they let me back into the US on Sunday.
TUESDAY. Holy shitballs.