My passport is collecting dust on the shelf above my desk, which makes me think I should be focusing a little more on basic household chores during this extended time at home! But it also fills me with sadness when I count how long it’s been since our last trip, and a little worry about how long it might be before it’s safe for anyone to travel once again. In the last couple of years I got on a plane every other month, sometimes monthly. My Mother’s health was declining so I’d make the trek from Hong Kong to the middle of America to help my Dad out every couple…