My passport.

Dear Steven (yes, I call my passport Steven),

I miss you and should take you to dinner. I know you aren’t a huge eater (picky – which I find endearing), but your company is what I miss. I can get you a little glass of vino as a symbolic gesture of friendship… nay…. kinship.

Your little blue jacket and hodgepodge of tattoos painted against those faded images of the country you represent. You’re so lovely. 😍😍 You smell like a mix between an old book and wanderlust. I could sniff you to relax… I won’t… but I could.

I carry you with pride, care, and that one time I couldn’t remember if I locked my locker that you were napping in at the hostel in Japan, I worried for hours about your safety (my friend L remembers – she heard all about it).

Look, I imagine you think I have forgotten about you. We had an amazing 3 years darting the globe, but when we got back, the world shut down and there was nothing I could do. There were no flights for a while. I did take you on a couple of domestics last year, and I know you felt like it was just a tease. That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to spend time with you.

I am writing to you so that you know that I see you. I hear you. and I love you.

We will be together soon on more adventures, and getting more little tattoos for you.

Love your wanderlust adventure companion,

Drew
xoxoxo