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Last week I went to Mexico to celebrate my nephew’s wedding, along with everyone in my family, from my eithty-seven-year-old mother to my nine-month-old grandson.

The days leading up to this departure were beyond stressful.  

I have come to the conclusion that it’s easier to assume the identity of someone else, take over their life, wipe out their bank account, than obtain a U.S. passport.  A document which is an absolute must if you want to travel abroad.

Now I thoroughly understand the necessity of the required document, especially when children of divorced parents are involved.  No one wants to see children kidnapped and taken out of the country.  But if a parent really wanted to accomplish such a thing, it would probably be easier than going through the proper channels.

It has taken several months for all of our family members to obtain their passports.  Between missing forms, misinformed postal workers, and misplaced marriage licenses, it was a situation which drove me to more than my usual glass of wine.

And with what our family has been through lately, there were several moments when I thought this departure would never take place.

And several nights when I wished I could assume someone else’s identity.  Someone with an unlimited bank account who didn’t have to choose between a new pair of shoes or a bathing suit.  Who could have called up one of those “We Do Passports in 24 Hours for only $340.00” companies without blinking my eyes.

Someone who didn’t really care what happened.  

But I do care.  I love my family and spending time with everyone is so rare.  

So, everyday I called up to check on the progress of our passports.  And not just once.  Sometimes two and three times a day.  Ironically enough, I had to assume the identity of my daughter in order to get this information on my ​grandchildren.

Out there in Passport land, several customer service representatives must think my daughter is one nutty lady.  Which actually makes me smile, since she often calls me “crazy.”

I wasn’t really sure what the week was going to bring.  And I’ve always claimed that it’s not good to anticipate because things don’t always turn out as you want them to.  Better to just go with the flow.

But the margaritas were flowing.  The sunsets were spectacular.  And I danced until my feet hurt, even if making a fool of myself.

And when the week was over, my stress level had definitely decreased.

Although I did think of tossing my passport into the ocean and staying a bit longer.

But as we all know - no matter how long you stay away, “real” life will be waiting for your return.

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