All for naught...
This past week has marked a year since I left LAX airport in tears and sans bag, boarded a plane to Fiji, and experienced a time warp in which September 4, 2006, never existed. Last year this time I was on a hammock under a palm tree on a Fijian beach pondering the sorry existence of my poor former colleagues as they geared up for a new year with the kids. This year marker has had me kicking myself for not writing more, and challenging myself to return to the blog and reflect a bit. Then today I put my passport through the wash, and that was the kicker.All those lovely stamps acquired while passing through a dozen or more countries, all those beautiful full-page visas... I used to flip through my passport to admire it all, hard copy evidence and visual reminder of the things I'd experienced this past year... And now it's a mess of unwoven blue-ness. That may be some sort of analogy there, but before I stop to think about that, I must pause in remembrance. Also, I ruined one of Karel's shirts in the process. The final victims of that damn robbery in Barcelona--I'd been using my passport for ID when I go out, as my license had been stolen. Hence it was in Karel's shirt pocket. I finally received my new license in the mail today...and then went on to send my beloved passport through the wash, erasing evidence of all my hard work.
Oh well, I'll just have to do it all over again...
posted by La Rizz @ 1:30 PM
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