my passport just expired after 10 years of travel
I was flipping through my old US passport today, and wow, what a ride it’s been. Ten years, 69 countries, 195 stamps—my poor passport is practically bursting at the seams, with only 6 pages left unused. I still remember getting lost in the souks of Marrakech, or that time I waited in line for hours at the Tokyo airport just to get a tiny stamp that barely fit on the page. Now, looking at this little blue book, I can’t help but feel a mix of pride and nostalgia. But here’s the kicker: my passport just expired. All those memories, and now I have to start over with a blank book.
Honestly, I’m a bit torn. On one hand, it’s exciting to think about new adventures, but on the other, it feels like I’m saying goodbye to an old friend. Has anyone else felt weirdly sentimental about renewing their passport? And do you ever worry that the new one won’t have as many stories to tell? I’m also a bit annoyed—why can’t they just add more pages like they used to? Now I have to carry two passports if I want to keep the old memories. Anyone else frustrated by this?
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