Without it, I cannot buy tickets to Italy at a moment’s notice; my husband cannot sweep me away for a romantic getaway to Paris; and I can’t decide that this is the month I should see the Great Wall of China. Nor could I take an impromptu Kenyan safari or visit a friend in Brazil or England or anywhere else.
Not that I did any of those things in the ten years I had the passport, but I imagined I could.
Without it, I may as well schedule those dental exams six months out and accept the fact that I really will be home. I may as well stop wondering if these shoes would be comfortable walking all day on cobblestone streets or which is the best season in Prague.
I enjoy my delusions of globetrotting, but are those dreams worth the $150ish fee for renewing a passport?