Wednesday, 3 August 2011
The strangest thing
A few weeks ago, I called Sandals over something for our vacation, and they asked me to confirm the presence of middle names/not on our passports. And I thought, OK, yeah, I should check that.
A week later I dig out my passport, and sure enough, it has no middle name on it. Thanks Canada. But I digress. I asked Brandon to pull out his passport so he could check.
4 hours and many rifled drawers later, Brandon still cannot find his passport. Two days and a fully dismantled closet later, still no luck. Four days and a rifled file cabinet later, we find his Social Security card (yay!). And then we kinda gave up, and accepted he was going to have to get a new one. There was still time before the honeymoon, no cause for real panic. It must have just gotten lost in the shuffle of the move - we definitely weren't worried someone else had it or anything.
And then on Monday night, I had 2 different dreams that I found the passport, and I decided we should look again last night. And what do you know, we found the passport!
...in the same place I had dreamt we would find it. Not in the exact location, but on the same bookshelf in the corner of our apartment, where I would never have looked if I hadn't had the dreams.
So. weird. But I am so happy we found it :)