"Now we hope..."

After many forms were filled out and sent to numerous addresses, I ventured southeast to Washington, DC yesterday to file for my long term visa at the Czech Republic Embassy. Nervousness and excitement the night before kept me from sleeping and 6 hours of driving to and from DC made for a non-coherent Emily last evening. As I sat in the waiting room, vigourously chewing a piece of gum and moving my leg, a bundle of nerves, a Czech couple came in the door to meet with the consulate. Listening to them speak Czech slowed down my gum chewing and made my leg stop moving, it was so calming. The night before while I was dosing in and out of sleep I had a dream that the embassy staff person who would be helping me file for the visa was a very nice woman. This proved to be entirely true. We stood on either side of a window with a moveable tray between us passing documents and figuring out which address goes where. We laughed, sorted everything out, and finished the hour long conversation with her stating: now we hope. But I'm choosing to add "and pray" to the end of that statement.