I was thinking of this and that last night, and my mind wandered over to the subject of passports, and getting them, and what they looked like, and... hey... where are our passports? I figured it out within a minute or so (and double-checked just now: they are where I thought they were), but it was an odd feeling.
In America, I always knew exactly where our passports were. What if we suddenly needed to go to Israel on a moment's notice? I couldn't afford to start looking for passports: I needed them in-hand! Now, our passports are just another set of important documents that I really, really need to not lose. Really. But there's no urgency about them anymore.
It's a good feeling.
I'm home.
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