Yesterday I lost my companion of 10 years, almost exactly to the day. My trusted friend, jam packed with extra pages, was set to expire today, the 12th of February 2013 … the same day I am boarding flights to Italy and Russia. When I picked up my dear friend a decade ago it was on the 13th of February, a few hours before boarding a Virgin Atlantic flight to London from Boston. The cover was stiff, the pages crisp, a blank canvas, as I said goodbye yesterday the cover was warn, the corners frayed, the pages covered in stamps so many times it needed two extra sets of pages added.
Now as I head to the airport with my new passport I don’t know if I am excited to break in a new passport or sad that I don’t have my old friend with me, my constant companion. The new passport doesn’t quite fit right in my Bellroy Travel Wallet, it is slimmer than my old friend, its spine is squared not rounded, although I am sure in time it will make its own marks in its new home.
The new passport is stiff, it is empty, when I open it and look inside I sense it is lonely … but in the next 69 hours it should receive five stamps of its own … hopefully my new passport becomes a new friend and lives up to the legacy left by its predecessor.
For now, I cannot decide if I am excited to take my new passport, my new friend, on the road or sad that my old passport, an old comfortable friend, is no longer with me as I head out to make my way through the world.
Below is a photo of my new passport, my empty passport full of possibilities and my old passport, my old trusted friend.