Apparently, my brain still thinks I am in Europe. I have been home for about a week and half now but I guess I am still not used to being on this side of the Atlantic.
Last night I had a crazy nightmare. I was on a bus in Italy, trying to go somewhere, and I got off the bus because it was a stop or something, but I was getting back on. So I left my purse, but when I got back, It was gone. So I start freaking out because my passport was in there and now I wouldn't be able to get back to Ireland or even to the United States. I then went running around speaking broken Italian trying to find my purse. I woke up in the middle of the night sweating because I had lost my passport.
Mamma Mia! I need to convince my head that my passport is no longer my most important possession.
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1 comment:
haha well, its still pretty important. but at least not to your day-to-day life anymore.
p.s. if you think number 8 is who i think you think it is, then you're right. did that make sense? no not really....ok, how bout you call me? lol
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