For about a week now, we have been looking for Nick's passport. It is expired, but would facilitate a much faster process to a new passport than starting over from scratch. Nick is going on a trip in February and so we are getting down to the wire. We have looked everywhere. The main problem has been that when we moved last year, things ended up being thrown into boxes, not labeled, and stacked on our garage. Those boxes are still stacked in the garage, an we had no idea which box it was in. We both had already torn apart the garage, and every likely place in the house, several times.
Today was my last search before we gave in, and paid the fees to expedite the process to start the passport application from the beginning. The garage was a mess when I walked in, and by the the I was ten minutes into my search, it looked like a tornado had hit it. I had just finished going through every single photo in two different boxes of old pictures, and was about to give up. I spotted a small box full of random junk, and thought maybe I should check there, just in case. And there, under some old bills, a few toy trains, and a light bulb, was the passport. I called Nick at work, and triumphantly told him my news. You would have thought I just discovered oil in the backyard, we were both so happy. Sometimes it's the smallest triumphs, that seem the most beautiful.
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