A beautiful new Canadian passport


Goodbye dear passport.

The man at the passport office laughed when I showed up and handed him my passport, with 2 years validity still left on it, but almost completely full of stamps.

“This rarely happens,” he said, laughing, and quickly agreed to issue me a new passport.

Hello to a new, beautiful spotlessly clean (I had a pen explode on the last one) passport that would not force me to endure hours of interrogation at the border. Goodbye to all the stamps that I loved but made my life incredibly difficult when crossing borders. Some of them, just pieces of paper shoved in there, I had already removed. Others were stamped or glued in there to stay.

I feel an irrational connection to this funny little black book that constantly stays at my side. It’s my most prized possession when I travel. It has been taken by soldiers, several times, and rescued. It has been lost by myself and found. And wherever I have traveled, the one constant that stayed with me — day in and day out — under my pillow, or in my wallet, was my ink-stained, bulging passport. I’m strangely sad to let it go.

“Might I suggest the double-sized one with 48 pages?” he said, smiling. “I think you’re going to need it.”

I hope I’m going to need it.


  1. Claire

    Does this mean that the new one arrived? What is the visa process like? When do you think you’ll be heading over?

    My test is over! Yahooooo! Good grade. Very happy. Lots of work to keep me busy and an exciting inauguration tonight — can’t wait! Hope to talk soon!

  2. Author

    I have the new one! Used it crossing the border and it was a breeze. I love it. It’s fat and beautiful and blank.

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