A Quick Ode to my Name

While we travel this year, for as long as we travel, our roots are in Mosheim, Tennessee. We needed a permanent address, as well as a space to return to throughout the year. Since we left New England behind, we relocated homebase to a family member’s home. Just an hour and a half (or so) across State lines, Mosheim is a new world of rolling farmland, southern drawls, and night skies for us.

It’s also where our cars are registered - and where we recently grabbed our driver’s licenses. I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure what to expect at the DMV in a small town in Tennessee. My last adventure at such a place involved me spending 4.5 hours at the DMV in downtown Boston. In fact, I was there for so long that I left after two hours, walked back to my office to grab my laptop, walked back to the DMV, and worked for about two hours before it was finally my time at the front of the line.

With that in mind, we planned a full day - and it was our turn before we even finished our paperwork. Flustered (albeit pleasantly surprised) by both the speed and the friendliness of our new State, I stepped up to grab my new photo.

When I was told to look at the blue dot, I grinned - not unlike the Joker.

“How bad was that photo?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s fine honey,” she drawled. “Sign right here.”

I signed and I noticed my photo. It was not fine - but hey, this was a moment for vanity.

“No shame in a horrible drivers license photo, it’s more interesting than a good one,” I reasoned to myself.

As I filled out signed my name on the next form I realized my name was spelled incorrectly - and imagine my joy when she apologized that she’d need to take a new photo of me to fix the mistake. Having learned from the last one, I looked in the correct place and kept my smile at a more appropriate decibel. The result was a picture that looked a bit less like a comic book villian, and more like one of Gotham City’s citizens out for an enjoyable Sunday drive.

Yet one more time being Jordyn with a Y has paid off.