Tennessee and the Number 50

This my 50th blog post. Oh thank you, thank you. No need to applaud.
I have enjoyed writing every blog post I have and thank you for reading them.
My whereabouts are currently in the beautiful state of Tennessee. For those of you who live here, I am envious. Do not listen to our commercials when they say theres more than corn in Indiana; they're lying to you. The trip down was not that bad. I slept in the back of my moms new Jeep. Only let me tell you, it is cramped in the back-back. First of all I was getting a tad light headed being taller than the rest of the car because the seats go us as you go back. Then the floor was the same level as my seat. Can you say that's awkward?
Why didn't I switch with my brother Matt? I am not sure. I think I wanted to have my own air control, which you can not get in middle seats.
About 7 hours into the drive, we stopped at a hotel for a short cat nap. Then headed out to our final destination. Our first stop was the worlds largest knife store. My father had bought a few throwing stars and such. I bought candy and tutti-fruity jelly bean flavored syrup.
Then we headed to the place I was meant to be. The Titanic Museum. It was absolutely amazing. We were not aloud to take pictures but I didn't worry about that once I was inside. I thought it was going to be cheesy but it wasn't at all. The workers were trained and acted like they were from that time period. Only the coolest part was that once you entered you were given a boarding pass with a person who was really on the ships name and story. Then at the end you could find out if your person lived. I was Gladys Cherry. The workers had told me she was the ships drunk.
The museum had amazing real artifacts. Plus I thought I had already known everything about the Titanic but I learned so much. They had recreated a lot of rooms in the actual size. Like the hallways for third and first class passengers. Then they made the best thing in the world.... they recreated the actual grand staircase from the original blue print. It was how the real thing would be. I walked in and cried. It was amazing.
I felt like I was really there in 1912 being a passenger. I was overwhelmed with an extreme happiness and it was beautiful, so I cried.
At the end I found out that Gladys the drunk had lived and gotten on lifeboat 8. The museum was an experience I will never forget. I am defiantly going back there or going to work there when I'm older. When we were leaving I brought a book with a ton of facts about Titanic and a book of all the passengers. The cool part was that the author was there and he signed it for me.
Now I am chilling the cabin, which I will post pictures of when I get home. It is wonderful. The view is great because were kind of up in the mountain and we have a hot tub on the deck. I am in heaven. I love Tennessee.
Love,
Madi