Well. It’s starting to turn into crunch time. I have to get all my paperwork legalized? internationalized? officialized? not falsified-ized? As my dad would say qué carajos es eso?!
I didn’t even know such a thing was necessary. Or even existed. Clearly, moving internationally is not my forte. But I’ve got less than six months before this mofo goes down, so I better start getting ready. I don’t even have my passport renewed yet for crying out loud. I know I know. Bum move on my part. But I’ll get it. I kinda sort of have to. But you know what’s making me drag my feet?
The damn picture.
Uggghhhhhh. I hate having my picture taken. I just recently had to take a new driver’s license photo and no joke. I look like I’m terrified and on the verge of crying. And with my passport I have to take a picture that’s going to follow me for the next 10 years. Sa’s que? No thank you. Well. I mean. I still have to. But maybe I can find some glamour studio that takes passport photos and let’s YOU choose the one you want.