The grownup offspring needed to renew her U.S. passport. She reports it is difficult to do so if you don’t know your social security number, phone number, or the full name of your biological father.
Huh.
Well, I mean. I know his name. I can even spell it!
While she was in the embassy I wandered around, discovering amongst other things that Mayfair freaks me out.
Mostly though I pondered the choices I have already made, or refused to make, or accepted by default.
Recently I was offered an opportunity that is tempting, but I am feeling fretful about doing something that doesn’t entirely suit. If nothing else, Cambridge has taught me that this is a valid concern.
But then again, Cambridge looked great – from a distance. How can you know if a new job, new town, new relationship, new anything, will work – until you get there?
And, somewhere just behind or under the ponderous practicality of questions like ‘where should I live’ and ‘how to educate children’ and ‘health care: entitlement or luxury? discuss’ is my essential inescapable reckless nature.
Cause you know what I think is really super fun?
Making unilateral life changing decisions without considering the consequences!