I like my passport.
No, I love my passport.
I’m kind infatuated with my passport. When I see it, I get all giddy and excited and I just want to leave. Somewhere. It doesn’t matter where.
My passport has never let me down, it’s always by my side and it gives a stamp-by-stamp summary of the past few years of my life. It’s basically awesome.
If I don’t have it with me, I feel a slight panic until I realise I’m home and don’t need it with me.
It’s my perfect travel companion and going abroad without it would be impossible.
Recently my passport has changed and my feelings are mixed.