So I've been on vacation. It was lovely- flew out to visit my sister and her family in California. I've been so excited to get away from my guys for just a bit of a break!
I arrived in California on Wednesday morning. My brother-in-law picked me up at the airport and took me back to their house, where I rested for a bit until I could go pick up my niece at preschool at 12:45. She's four, and I wasn't sure if she would be shy or excited to see me. I showed up, and she was thrilled! It was so sweet. I had to show my license to take her, so they made a copy and gave it back to me. I put it in my back pocket with my debit card, and we strolled off to Whole Foods for cookies, blueberries, and flowers. We had a lovely time, and we got back to the house around two. I checked my pockets to put the license and debit card back into my wallet.
All I had was the debit card.
I've been down this road before, people. I lost a retainer in the Atlantic Ocean. I lost approximately 50% of important papers from elementary through middle school. I've thrown away brand new sneakers and spent hours digging through trash. I've spent hours of my life looking for my keys.
I retraced my route. We walked back to the preschool and Whole Foods. No trace. I left my name and number at Whole Foods. I called the police department, where I was told to come back the next day and make a report. In a matter of two hours, I had added a small disaster to my vacation.
I continued to check in at Whole Foods and the preschool to see if anyone had found the license. I asked my husband to try and get me a replacement online (impossible, it turns out, since the photo was ten years old...). I called the airlines and spoke with the TSA to make sure I could get home, since that was my only photo ID unless you count my Sam's Club card. This is all familiar territory for me. I'm so used to losing things. I did figure it would turn up eventually, and I'd be able to laugh and say, "All's well that ends well."
No luck. I arrived back to my home state yesterday. I was allowed on the plane after showing my library card, voter registration card, blank checks, and having a thorough pat-down. (The lady was very nice. I didn't feel violated at all- it was almost like a gentle massage.) I headed to the DMV with a bunch of papers from the safe, just in case no one believed I was me. $20 later and a new (and far less attractive) photo, I'm back to legal. The new license arrives in 3-10 days, and I'll be able to say, "All's well that ends well."
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