I’m leaving for Porto, Portugal in about 9 hours. I’m going there for a long weekend with Bianca.
I’m already up (it’s 5.30am) for no reason other than stress. I’m so bad at leaving my home for holidays that for the last 2 days I just felt like canceling the whole thing. I’m not sure when this started and it’s the same with every holiday. The only thing that can cure me is the airport.
The moment I step in the airport it’s on. Full on holiday mode! Like a switch has been triggered that says: ‘well it’s out of your hands now’. I LOVE THAT FEELING.
In 2004, my Dad and I visited the United States for 3 weeks. One of the best holidays of my life.
Lost my Passport
I got a mail from Ryanair yesterday that we could check in online. It’s smart to do this because if you have to do it at the airport it will cost you around 50 euro. I call Bianca and I reach for the drawer where my passport has been for the last 10 years.
It’s not there.
I often lose things. I think I spend around 30 minutes per week looking for my keys. I just put them down somewhere random and then completely forget about it. But this has never happened before with my passport. I’m very thoughtful when it comes to that.
Bianca knows me too well already so she is like…sigh well let me know when you find it.
I start digging. I turn over all the drawers in my office. It’s not there. I open another cabinet and start searching. Then, I can see it! I grab my passport but I quickly noticed that this one has two holes in it. Damn it, this is my old passport.
Nooooooo!
Dad to the rescue
My dad’s here as well and he knows me even better than Bianca. He’s been sitting in the living room drinking some lovely wine I bought at Makro. He can hear complaining coming from my office.
“The world is unfair!”, “Why would somebody steal my passport?”, “this house is cursed!”, “I hate holidays!”, “It’s always in the drawer, always!”
He appears in the door opening after I have been searching for two hours.
“I have been thinking while you have been searching and didn’t you get a new desk a couple of months ago?”
“yes”
“Maybe it was on your old desk when you changed them.”
FLASH!
I instantly know where it is. I put it in a box with a bunch of old stuff in the hallway. I forgot about it completely.
I rush over there open the box and there it is. My passport. What a relief!
My dad is not done.
“I think you wrote a story about me on that Steemit of yours that you were 3 years old when you were better at gaming than your old man.“
“Yes, I did”
“Well, I’m better at searching than you. And I think it’s fair if you write about it.”
USA, 2004. White Sands National Monument and one of my all time favorite pictures.
I have hereby written about it! And thanks again dad for helping my find my passport! I hope it puts a smile on your face when you read it :)
Only 8 more hours to go!
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