Okay, it's somewhere else in the Rolling Steel Tent. So I started a search. Other boxes? The cabinet? The pocket of my overnight bag? (Okay, there's the photocopy of my passport, but I want the real thing.) A jacket pocket? The storage cubby on the engine cover? The backpack? The boxes inside the boxes? I got more worried as I ran out of places to look.
Pause a moment. Gather my wits (what I have of them). Start over.
I looked in the document box again. There it was. It had somehow slipped between the folds of other papers. Okay. Problem solved, anxiety level down, van neater.
At least I went through this exercise in the pleasant surrounding of the campground instead of in the border parking lot in 100+ heat.
Documents you want to keep secure sometimes have a way of making themselves even more secure. Glad it finally came out of hiding.
ReplyDeleteI wonder where mine is? And when it expires? Maybe I should go on a treasure hunt?
Holly poopy, I took your place & an anxiety attack came over me !! NO passport, no crossing the border !
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