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I Have the World: My First Passport

On getting my first passport.

I’m $97 poorer, but I now have the world.

my first passport

I got my first passport in the mail today. It only took a little over 2 weeks which is very good considering they said 6-8 and i was expecting and warned that it could be months. My picture doesn’t look so mean when it has red wavy lines through it.

The first thing I did when I got my passport as look up trips on Expedia. I can fly one-way to Dublin tomorrow for $171. I considered it. I’ve never been out of the country before. Not even tp Canada. But now I can go anywhere I want to.

If only I had the money.

Some day I hope to have the freedom to up and go on a whim wherever it is i want to be. Some day i will.

2 things you probably don’t know about me (and if you do, you must be spying through my window right now).

1) I haven’t had sheets on my bed or pillowcases on my pillows for 3 weeks. I took them off to wash. I washed them and left them in the dryer. They spent a week in the basement. I then brought them upstairs and they have spent the last 2 folded in a pile on my floor. Maybe i will get around to it tomorrow.

2) I love playing spider solitaire, but not in the way you’re supposed to. I play it on the easy, one suit setting. All the cards are the same spade suit. my objective is not to “win,” but to lose, to get to a point where it is impossible to go on. My objective is to get to a point where you have less than 10 cards available to play, and therefore the game won’t let you deal. This is what it looks like when I “win”:

Spider Solitaire

I quit playing and don’t even try the last set of cards if i have more than 10 left.

And those are two things you probably didn’t know about me…


Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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