Billy Ray Cyrus!
Yesterday, Katie and I, and our mothers, made the trip to Nashville to get papers signed for our visas. I was pretty nervous. I’m not entirely sure why, but I was. I guess I was afraid that for some reason they wouldn’t sign my papers. …silly fears.
It was an adventure getting to our destination. At one point in time we took the wrong exit and stopped at Walgreens to ask the ever-helpful employees for directional help. They were amazingly nice. Eventually we found where we were going. The lady who was going to sign our papers works out of her home, so we literally went to her house. It was gigantic. And while we parked out on the road to finish our applications before going in, we looked over to see the Franklin property belonging to none other than the Cyrus family.* And to add to that exciting discovery, just before we finished filling out our papers, Billy Ray drove by on his motorcycle!!!*
Once we were done, we parked in her driveway and went to the door. She opened it and greeted us and we all went in and sat at the dining room table and she signed stuff and she watched us sign stuff and…then we asked a couple questions and left. It was miraculously uneventful. Yet despite all the..casualness…with which the event happened, my hand was still shaking when I signed my name. Thus, it looks incredibly ugly and 2nd-grader-ish.
So after a total ten minutes of paper signing, we left and decided lunch was in order. Jennifer the GPS helped us find a Genghis Grill and we ate delicious food and topped it off with Coldstone ice cream just like nights in downtown Chattanooga! (Billy Ray’s car was parked outside Coldstone. It was pretty thrilling.*)
So after everything was done and we were relaxed and full, we headed the two and a half hours back. Now everything is pretty well set. We just have to gather up everything needed for the packet and send it off. From then on it’s just waiting until the day when we get our visas in the mail.
EEK!
I’m so excited. I can’t believe it’s all really happening!
*Unlike the reality of getting our visas, the reality of seeing Billy Ray and his Franklin farmland is merely a speculative theory. Although, I must say, it was as probable a location as any.
