A couple of months ago I woke up with a strong desire to renew my passport. I got the itch for international travel and still have it. I have seen my friends traveling to beautiful tropical destinations and backpacking through Europe and definitely felt a little envious. I have caught a bad case of travel chicken pox-- well, hopefully not the real chicken pox, but you know what I mean...I'm itchin' badly to go somewhere. I really have no idea where I am going or what I will be doing, but I want to go. I am ready to go somewhere.
After recovering from Christmas spending, I decided that it was finally time to start the process of applying for a new passport. My previous passport was from when I was 14 years old. Apparently, if you have a passport prior to 16, it expires when you turn 16 and you have to apply as a first time adult. So, off to the post office I went. I have gotten to know the ladies there...and just love catching up with them!
Anyways, back to applying for the passport. I felt so prepared to apply for my passport. I had my social security card and birth certificate, my old passport, and my application neatly filled out and placed in a folder. My plan was to get my picture taken there, write my checks and be done with it. I watched the gentleman in front of me fumble with his paperwork and make his walk of shame to the 15 cent copy machine and thought to myself, "Look at you Kara...you made copies of everything! This will go so smoothly..."
Until I stepped up to the counter and she asked for a copy of my driver's license. Well, dang. The one darn thing I didn't make a copy of. So, over to the 15 cent copier I went, just like the gentleman in front of me. I dropped my head, did my walk of shame, and felt that feeling of preparation slowly washing away.
After making my copy, she took my picture and started looking over my application. "Ma'am, I need you to change the last name for your mother. We need her maiden name...not her married name."
I look down at the paper, "Miller...hmmmm. Oh, that is her maiden name. It's Miller!"
(said in typical southern lady fashion)"Ohhhh Lord honey...that's an interesting story right there."
"Yes ma'am. Yes. It. Is."
So, as always, there is a story behind everything that I do. I need some recommendations...where do you think I should travel next?!?
Another item checked off my 101 in 1001 Challenge list!