HAVE YOU SEEN MY PASSPORT, AS?

Ok so let me fill you in on holiday with my family that (almost) didn’t happen last month..

We were all set, did our packing list, set aside all the jackets and shoes and clothes and medicine (This is my first trip where I had an accident to my foot (my foot was injured) and I was very nervous and kiasu – brought whole medicine cabinet). I slept at 2 am planning my outfits (I was going for comfortable but stylish woman – like oh look I’m limping but don’t you like my jacket? – it’s hard planning this because limping girl=flats, cloudy=thick clothes, with jacket on top plus being short, if I do it wrong I’ll look like a puffy walking marshmallow -___-“). My mom also packed – took us like 30 minutes. I’m very fast when it comes to packing. I wonder how it’s like to be a guy. Living life so carefree. Oh well

It was a few hours more till we have to leave for the airport. OOOOHHHH! I forgot underwear! So I walked to my wardrobe and picked out the cutest underwear and while I was there, I added 4 more outfits JUST IN CASE.

Just when I was about to pick out a fifth just-in-case outfit, my mom called me out.

“NAAAAKKK???”

“YEAHHH MAAA????”

“AYOOCHINMAMAPOT????!!”

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!! WHAT???”

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY PASSPORT, AS?”

And there it was. The 6 words that will change our fate that day.

Only found my passport..

We sat down many times to retrace back Mom’s footsteps since her last time with her passport. We had been traveling so much the past month so we couldn’t really remember which airport experience belonged to which trip. Our last trip was Singapore so we traced back my photos (see, now everyone suddenly likes the annoying person who takes photos of everything) to see what we were wearing and where we headed to right after the airport. I went straight to warehouse in Bandung from airport. But wait… when we split, did she pass me her passport for safekeeping in my bag? Or did I take it from her after immigration like I sometimes do? Arghhhhhh why don’t we have all the answers!?! Passport where could you be? Did someone steal it? But why would they steal a passport and not money? Wouldn’t you take the money first?

For the next 6 hours, we ransacked the whole house. Under the carpet, in the fridge, in all the pockets, in the laundry, in the flower pots, in all my handbags, in all the paperbags in the store room, in between sofa cushions, inside the sofa cushion, heck at one point I had my head inside the microwave looking for Mom’s passport… omggg we were getting so frustrated. We checked all the cars THREE separate times at different hours. That tiny little green book was nowhere to be found. We had a quick lunch to nurse our depression, and started looking all over again everywhere. If you had a camera in our house and fast-forwarded us, you would have laughed. Run here, take out everything, put back everything, hands up in the air just like The Sims character when they’re mad, run to another spot, hands up in the air, repeat. By the end of it, our eyes were so red and we were sneezing because of all the dust from all the carpet rolling.

 

 

 

I was desperate, ok?!

Nothing.

At 7pm, we were supposed to leave for the airport.

I looked at Mom. “Should we give up, Ma? It’s been 6 hours.”

We both sat on the couch and looked really sad and defeated. And then we sneezed together while looking at our packed suitcases on the floor.

That night after we’ve eaten some ice cream to cheer ourselves up, we called up a bunch of people and finally managed to change our dates for both the hotel and the flights. Thank GOD!!!!

So yes, lesson learned.

That green book may be small but dangggg it’s mighty.

Xoxo_Lova_Travel_Essentials_7

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