I don’t normally promote travel services, hotels, etc., but I would like to make a plug for a travel agency I used to book my flight to the UK.
You are probably thinking, “A travel agent? Didn’t they go out with video tapes and big hair bands?” That’s what I thought, too. Everything is online, right? Expedia, Orbitz, Kayak; there’s no need to pay someone to find your cheap flight.
But a coworker told me how an agent had saved him about $500 on a flight to Japan. The agent and I went back and forth. This was London, not Japan, so the savings were only about $50, but still—that’s $50 more I’ll have to pay for fun stuff. If you’ve got an upcoming trip, feel free to contact Caroline at email@example.com and tell her Anne sent you.
I’m renewing my passport. I always find it difficult to put the old one in the mail. What if it gets lost?
I once worked in the HR department of a certain international organization, so I know how precarious it can get. I would have to get a transit visa, for instance, for a Canadian public health nurse who was coming to the UK for orientation before traveling on to work in Kenya, via Dubai. She would mail her passport and extra photos. I would fill out the paperwork, stuff everything in an envelope, courier it to London, and hope for the best. If all went well, the courier would return with a transit visa and I would mail everything back to the new employee in Canada well in advance of her travels. There were a few close calls, but the Home Office always came through.
Sometimes when we had leftover passport photos, we would talk about who we thought would make good-looking couples. Coworkers who had been there a long time accumulated drawers full of photos, so we strung them together and used them to festoon our cubes. This is probably not something we should have done, so shhhh….don’t tell anyone.
I went to Walmart to get new passport photos. I hate Walmart, but you can’t beat their price of $7.50. I was relieved when I compared my pics from 10 years ago to today; I didn’t think my face hadn’t aged more than 10 years. I accept that I’m aging, but I don’t want to look older than I am.
I reminisced over the places I’d been in 10 years: multiple times to the UK. Jordan, Israel, and the Occupied Palestinian Territories. Kenya, Dubai. Guatemala, Belize. France, Germany, Italy, Malta, Spain.
I talked to my sister and told her I was thinking of summering in the UK.
Our mother and her husband were planning a move to a senior apartment building in April.
“I feel like it’s a good time to do something like this,” I told Connie. “Mom and Jim will be safely ensconced where they’ll have transportation and help if they need it. Vince is out of prison. You’re in the clear.” Connie almost died of colon cancer two years ago. She had just had her semi-annual battery of tests and been told she was cancer free.
“Yeah,” she replied, “By the way, I was over there today and they’re now saying they’ll wait to move until June. They want to enjoy one more spring in their house.”
“What!?” I asked, “Do they realize they’ve signed a lease and they’ll have to pay rent for an empty apartment for month?” Yes, she said, they knew that.
“I guess I can stick around through June, to make sure they’re all settled,” I said. “My remote work request isn’t official yet.”
“No,” Connie replied, “Go—you should go. If it’s one thing I learned from thinking I was going to die within days, it’s that you have to live now. So go.”
A friend who is an artist gave me a handmade birthday card that said Kaukokaipuu on the cover. It’s a Finnish word which means “craving for a distant land.”
I’ve always craved distant lands, but since Connie’s illness, Angus’ death, my mother’s frailty, and my son’s stint in prison, I’m feeling Kaukokaipuu on steroids.