I own more things than I'm proud of, and although my favorite things in this world aren't objects, if I had to pick a favorite object it would be my passport.
Yesterday my passport and I parted ways. I sent it to the Consulate General of Italy in San Francisco. I wish that didn't make me feel so anxious, but it does. I woke up nervous that it wouldn't get back to me. Hopefully it returns, and in a timely manner. If you're the praying type please pray it comes back, and pray that I would trust the Lord and not be anxious (Philippians 4:6-7).
In other news I bought a ticket to Italy. I leave on the 15th of this month to go to Oklahoma for Sarah and Micah's wedding, return to California on the 19th and then 24 hours later leave for Europe on the 20th (assuming my passport comes back with the shiny new visa in it).