I lost my ID, in the airport, no less!

How the hell do you lose your ID and in the airport, after the security check. What?! 🤯

I was so mad. 

First, the logistics of it all…how will I get back home?

No one knows who you are!

I am just a name on a few pieces of hard plastic.

That’s it?

Yes, for now…that’s it. 

I try to enjoy my trip. 

I watch the sunrise. 

I eat copious amounts of delicious food. 

I laugh like a mad woman.

I laugh to forget. 

I laugh to remember that I shouldn’t worry too much. 

I go to the pool. 

I soak up the sun and feel so amazingly good!

But inevitably my mind drifts back to my ID…

Where is it, where is it?

I’ve ordered a new one. 

Because as much as I like being here,

I need to get back home. 

Home where all my comforts are.

And also all my problems 😔

I need to get back to real life –

Responsibility 

And Solitude – I miss that the most.

Where is it, where is it?

I check the mailbox every day.

But it never arrives.

I come up with a new plan, eventually.

I swindle the airline who lets me return with photographed proof of who I used to be before I lost my ID.  

I return home 

Still no ID in the mail.

Who am I? 

If I can’t prove I am me?