Remember back in December of 2007 when I first got a passport?
It finally has a stamp on it.
Yep, a few weeks ago my family and I went to Aruba! It was the first time I’d ever left the country or been anywhere tropical. And what an awesome trip! I spent most of the week lying on a beach reading. And the beach there doesn’t have anything you hate about the beach in New England—no seagulls, no seaweed, no screaming little kids, no bottom you can’t see, no freezing cold water. It was just gorgeous. See for yourself:
Aside from the obvious reasons of enjoying my trip to Aruba, I’m really happy to have left the country, finally. Sometimes I just feel like so much of my life has been defined by what I haven’t done. I haven’t lived anywhere but the Boston area. I haven’t had a boyfriend. I haven’t been in love. It had always really bothered me that I’d never left the country.
But now I have. It might be just a stamp on a passport, but to me it’s what it symbolizes as well as the fun trip that put it there that means so much to me.
I remember when my mom took me to Ireland (right when I started CL, actually) and I was soooooooooo excited to get a stamp. And my recent trip, I was actually just as giddy about getting that stamp. I hope I'm always that excited about getting that stamp.
I remember when my mom took me to Ireland (right when I started CL, actually) and I was soooooooooo excited to get a stamp. And my recent trip, I was actually just as giddy about getting that stamp. I hope I'm always that excited about getting that stamp.