It’s here! Finally, an envelope containing the little blue book that I thought I’d never receive. Today, my passport arrived!
If you have a passport it might not be a big deal to you, or maybe it is? For me, receiving my passport is HUGE.
Later this month I will board a plane for my first ever overseas trip, we are ‘up, up and away’ to Bali and will be returning back home to Adelaide on my 45th birthday.
Forty five years and I’m doing my first overseas trip, call me a late bloomer.
I’ve never had a hankering for overseas travel. As a kid I was raised in an army family and we moved every two years, so we I got to see a bit of this great country Australia. By the time I married at 23 I was ready to settle down.
And settle down we did. By twenty six I was Mum to two children and we purchased our first house a few days after I turned twenty seven. I was content.
Having moved from Queensland to Adelaide when our first son was just a newborn I was also content discovering a new state.
Holidays have been few and far between, we got busy raising kids instead. I was privileged to be a stay at home mum which is bloody brilliant but it means sacrificing in the budget department.
Sure, I worked on and off over the years but kids are expensive critters right?! We always said ‘one day’ we would head overseas together, the mister was hoping we would travel there as a family but wouldn’t you know it, kids grow up fast!
Then three years ago I was diagnosed with cancer, when I thought I was dying one of the regrets I had was that I hadn’t travelled.
Fast forward to Christmas just gone when our twenty year old son gave us the gift of travel. Oh yeah, that kid I raised turned out to be a bloody good egg, he paid for our trip as a present. I know, dab your eyes ladies, I bloody cried too.
So, no excuses. We booked our holiday (planning is fun) and then I sent away for my passport. I felt like a fully fledged adult, and I also felt alive. Sooo alive!
Sending off for that passport was like telling the universe that I wasn’t done yet, I have more to do…more memories to make and more living to do.
Of course the application wasn’t without hiccups, phone calls in relation to my birth name, why did my birth father now have a different name? Why wasn’t my childhood name registered? Holy heck, more forms filled in and finger crossing while I waited for it all to go through. Geez, if my parents screwed this up because…well it would be another thing to add to the list of things they screwed up in their lifetimes.
Today the postman pulled his bike into my driveway and gunned it straight to the front door, I knew he had it. I knew today was the day.
This little blue book has wings, it’s filled with dreams and hope and holds the key to memories yet to be made.
I wonder where I’ll go after Bali?
Where has been your favourite overseas destination you’ve travelled to? How old were you when you first got your passport?
Til ill next time,