When I went to Mexico in February, the ticket agent pointed out that my passport would expire in August.

“Oh, thank you,” I told her. “Yes, I noticed.”

Now I feel like I should apologise to her because I didn’t do anything about it until April. That’s when I got the photos taken. I didn’t get it in the mail until July.

XOXO is back for one more year, and though I didn’t get a ticket (they do a lottery system to ensure fair distribution of ticket—and to avoid ~brands), there are enough friends and social events surrounding the festival to make it a worthwhile trip. Plus my publisher is in Portland!

Just before August, I got a package notice. It was here! We could start making plans!

Nope. It was my cancelled passport being returned. But at least that meant it had been processed.

Today, I picked up my passport. So I’ll see you in Portland in two weeks. Let’s have coffee We can trade zines. I’ve missed you so much.