New Passport- Old Friend


Immigrating is hard.

I'm starting to assume that anyone who has a black & white opinion 
on the rules and policies that should be enforced
towards immigration & deciding who-should-be-allowed-to-live-where
has never actually tried to immigrate.

We are working on getting our visas renewed
so that we can stay here longer
and I can continue to eat my body weight in puff pastry & dairy products.

While we are working towards this exciting goal
{that will be a big sigh of relief for us},
I found a small hitch that caused me some slight grief:
I would have to renew my passport early
in order to have my passport valid
for the entire duration of my new visa.

Blah.




After 8 years with this passport and some heavy traveling, 
my passport has become something I really treasure:
it has 7 visas, 1 hand-stitched extension, 104 stamps & 13 empty spaces.

I'm so proud of it.



goodbye 19 year old picture... goodbye sparkly purple signature from a jelly pen.

My parents always worked hard to show us the world.

They wouldn't indulge us on trendy clothes
{oh heavens, did they believe in the hand-me-downs}...
but they did spoil us with traveling.

They always said that the stuff would turn to junk,
but the memories would turn into a life well lived.

And something about that idea seems to have stuck with me.


my first stamp in my passport. touch down in rome for a semester in italy.
my first uk visa


I mailed my new application & photos in today,
I realized that it wasn't my worn passport that made me a world traveler...
it's the collection of thoughts, memories & impressions that shape who I am.


And besides...
even if I do have to start over
 with a stark & empty passport,
I'll always have my facebook albums.



*all images original to Aspiring Kennedy
Posted on November 2, 2011 and filed under "Jet Setting".