winter is cold. Winter is windy. It's winter again and it never fails to surprisingly cold.
I have started to wear my warmest jacket again. A dark zipper jacket with a whole bunch of pockets. I was walking out of the building to get coffee and I touched my pocket to double check whether it was empty or not.
It was empty. My passport was not there and for a second I was freaked out. My passport had a lot of significance in my life. Especially When I wanted to drink . My subconscious concern for my passport that was actually in a folder in my room, was all tied to my jacket and my first winter far from my home. A winter of rebellion against a mental immigration from somewhere that I didn't want to be in to somewhere that i didn't want to be in. By having a passport in my front pocket. One with the main purpose of identifying me as someone that has a right to drink, Of course after enabling my run away from a place that I don't one to be in to another place that I don't want to be in. It was the best tool I've ever had, an Identification.
But It's winter again, I don't need my passport anymore. It's safe and sound and it has less purpose in it's life now.
I'm drinking coffee now and I'm warm again. but I'm still just getting used to a lot of stuff.
I'm still getting used to seeing a talking picture of my friend trying to talk to me from inside my laptop.
My habits have changed. My life is still changing.
Somethings don't change. Be safe my dear passport.
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