To my dear passport…
As much as I love you, I have found that you bring out the sadist in me. I love nothing more that seeing you get punched, by a stamp nonetheless, but punched all the same.
You see, the violence inflicted upon you means a journey for me. A trip to somewhere abroad. A chance to see and experience a life so unlike my own. A chance to open my eyes. A chance to grow.
In the next 12 months you will endure a few more punches. In just over a fortnight you will receive your first as I head to Indonesia. Then another punch when I visit New Zealand later this year, and a final blow upon visiting Malaysia in 2014. If I'm really lucky there may be a brazillian punch as well, pending whether Australia qualifies for the World Cup (and how tight the strings on my wallet are). [...]