I live in Washington, D.C. and have the driver's license to prove it. I went to the DMV today and officially switched from a Hoosier to a Washingtonian.
Now to some people that might not be a big deal, but hours later, I'm still trying to let it sink in. I've lived here almost two months already, but the time has been a blur. I've been so busy going here and there and trying to get things done that I haven't really thought about the fact that I moved 10 hours away. This new place is my home. I may have no idea how to get to a Wal-mart, but I live here.
After leaving the DMV I just sat in my car and stared at my ID. It had my name and face on a strange backdrop with a funny address listed. (It's not as bad as the passport picture, but it's by no means flattering.) Since I never changed my ID when I lived in New Albany, for all legal purposes I still lived in Camden. I've had the same* address for over 24 years.
Don't get me wrong, Indiana will always have a special place in my heart, but it's now switched to the place I grew up. I'll always be a Mid-western girl at heart. Just this past weekend I heard a family on the Metro trying to figure out if they were on the correct train. I went over, explained the map, and told them which stop they needed. I even waved as they found their way out of the station. If that's not a Mid-western thing to do, I don't know what is. But at the same time, I do understand the Metro. I guess I am a Washingtonian.
*Technically my address changed when we got 911. You are missed Rural Route 2.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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