“Is anyone home?”

“Can you please bring my passport to the airport?”

Two hours before my flight to New York, I was sipping beer in a happy hour when I realized I left my passport at home. Thanks to my lovely housemate Sarah, I boarded the plane.

Second fail in a row. I planned to attend the Raptors vs Knicks game at the Madison Square Garden. After confusing Eastern and Pacific time zones, I booked a return flight during the game and had to book a new one.

Soon I will learn it was all worth it. I landed on the East Coast.
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