Passports.

It's been almost a year and a half when I started doing things alone.Ever since I moved near the university during my last year of college and to my dad's right after, I've never really done things alone.

I remember how my officemate laughed when I told her how I was so confused with the supermarket's big cart and small cart policy. Where I came from, there was only one type of cart and one type of lane. What the hell is a blue cart check out lane?

Even airports seem so much harder alone. During a trip, the Certified Olympian was probably amused on how lost I looked in the airport. To be honest, airplane flights was always so easy. When I went abroad, I would simply follow my mom who talked to someone and we'd, my brother and I, went to where she told us to go and do what she told us to do. Then she kept us company in the boarding area while we waited. Before we boarded, we said our goodbyes and she'd leave the airport while we entered the plain.

Everything was so simple with a parent around. Now, I have to get used to doing things alone.

I guess tomorrow will be another test. For the first time, I'm going to renew my passport alone.

I've never done this alone before. My mom (or her boyfriend as I recall me previous passport) would always come with me and my brother to the Department of Foreign Affairs. We would always talk to someone and we would wait and then there was it. Our new passport. It always felt so simple because someone was there to tell us what to do and how to do it.

Moments like these make me want to be young again. Oh well, we grow older and we have to do things on our own. Maybe growing older is just that... doing things on our own.

Someone Anxious.