Ever since Drake popularized the lyrics, “Running out of pages in your passport,” I feel like it’s been littering the instagram captions of every wander-luster or travel blogger (or anyone who has ever gotten on a flight, really.)
Why would you possibly want that?
Do you know what happens when you run out of pages in your passport?
You have to march your pretty little self to a post office, give them all your money and wait until they decide to bless you with a new one 4-6 weeks later. (Or give them even more of your money and wait only 2 weeks.)
And you know where you’re going while you wait for your new passport?
On Christmas Eve, I realized I had ran out of pages in my passport and immediately went into panic mode.
“I am landlocked,” I wailed dramatically through my house, “this is a disaster and everything is ruined.”
“Were you already planning on going somewhere in the next few weeks?” my mom asked, unamused by my antics.
It was a fair question, and the answer was no. It wasn’t like I already had flights booked somewhere that I would have to scrambled to change.
I just sleep better at night knowing that I can go somewhere when I wake up. And right now, I was a bird with clipped wings.
Fortunately, my father came to the rescue casually pulling out an application for a new passport out of his nightstand.
(Everyone has those lying around in their house, right?)
I frantically filled out the form, as if every moment counted (fully knowing that it didn’t because the post office wouldn’t even be open until after Christmas.)
Within the next two days, I had taken a new passport photo, braved the US Postal Office and gave the government a pretty penny to get this thing expedited.
I can breathe easy again, and start letting my mind wander (as if it ever stopped) to all the places I want to go in 2018.
Now accepting suggestions and invitations.
please visit us in Marin County … you don’t even need to waste any space on the passport pages!
Hahah good point! Time to do some domestic travel 🙂