...traveling without my passport. Have a trip to Tanzania and Kenya this fall, and due to other international travel starting in August and going almost non-stop after that, realized I needed to get my act together and get my visas in order. With heavy heart, I waved goodbye to my passport last Friday on its way to the Kenyan Consulate. It's always difficult to separate from it, but more so due to the fact I'm doing a MR on the 4th and have gotten used to using my passport as ID even when flying domestically. It's just so easy and I feel more secure using it rather than my DL. I thought I'd be okay without it, just this once. Surprise, surprise, however, and Kenya processed my visa in a single day and my beloved blue book is on its way back to me, should be back in my eager hands Thursday or Friday, in plenty of time. I didn't realize how much I was dreading traveling without it until I realized I'd have it back. Of course, when I return after the MR it has to go off again to the Tanzanian Embassy, but no immediate travel until the end of July, so no stress other than concern for its safety enroute. For me, my passport represents freedom. I still remember when I got my first one, "just in case" I had an opportunity to travel internationally. Actually only used that first one a couple times, but my second got filled and my third will likely have to have a second (or third) set of additional pages added before it expires. Am I alone in this love affair with my passport? Do any of you suffer the same separation anxiety when you must be apart?