Well I just wanna start by saying it was entirely my fault.
This time, I can’t blame it on the universe or rant that I’m jinxed or go on a pity party of how my life is always a series of unfortunate events. This time, I was just stupid.
Days leading up to my flight to London, my mom called me constantly for an important reminder: Don’t forget your old passport with your visa on it. And that I didn’t. The night of my flight, I packed that old passport and my new passport into my purse knowing I couldn’t, in hell, afford to forget it.