Yesterday, I couldn’t find my passport, not that I needed it, I wasn’t going anywhere, hadn’t gone anywhere in ages, not since my partner and I decided to pack up the house we’d lived in for ten years and move to another (smaller) house, in another (larger) city, with car alarms and sirens and helicopters circling our neighborhood every Saturday night, a world that’s turned mine upside down (this is what I tell myself when I can’t find my keys or my phone or the pair of glasses I ...
