4-28-11
I cannot tell you how GOOD it felt to get this thing off my neck.
I was obsessed with it during my trip. It literally became a part of me; I thought I wasn't wearing pants the one day I left it at the hotel with Sheri. I checked to make sure my passport was still in it every 15 minutes.
And just feeling it wasn't enough. I developed an OCD paranoia where I had to literally take my passport out, open it up to make sure it was still mine and that someone hadn't managed to switch mine with theirs for some strange reason.
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