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I only wish I could have been warned sooner that there was a national passport crisis. But how ridiculous does that sound? There never are warnings for crises … that is why they are just that – crises. Oh well, I guess I just have to admit to myself that I was swept up into some kind of a national passport crisis without being warned. There just is nothing special about me. My travel plans will have to be canceled, money lost and expectations dashed, just like so many others. Of course, in the grand scheme of things it is certainly not the end of the world. It is a disappointment and very frustrating but in comparison with poverty or world peace, what is a few hundred or even a thousand dollars between friends. And, in a way, I could see it as having been given ten additional days for writing.

And so, getting my head in gear. Changing my mind and reorganizing the plans. For the next five days I will try not to race excitedly, hopefully to the mail box seeking out the passport. If it comes, well so be it and off I will fly on Friday. And if it does not arrive, which seems to be the highest probability at this point, I will settle into different plans and expectations. I will became grateful for the extra time to read, prepare interview questions for researching teachers and anger, walk in the woods and drink healthy berry shakes.

And yet, even as I try and try to see the bright side to all of this mess, I cannot help feeling disappointed at not getting to meet Jean, Natalie, Andy and Ernesto in person. Not to mention hiking with my sister and her friends up and down dale and through fields of cows and sheep by the side of Hadrian’s Wall.

Always look on the bright side of life …