Florida has really become stringent on the paperwork needed to get my driver's license. I kid you not when I say you have to bring a birth certificate, current driver's license, social security card, marriage certificate, and two pieces of mail addressed to me with my sister's address on it. I'm so glad I called beforehand to find this out. And when I got there, the type of mail I had wasn't acceptable. Really? A change of address form from USPS isn't acceptable? Luckily the clerk next to mine said what I brought was acceptable. Good thing I didn't have to fork over a pint of blood.
And this leads me to wonder - can you really go back home after a being away for years without it feeling strange? Roads that I travelled and knew by heart I now have to Google because I can't remember how to get around town. New roads have sprung up while I was away. I now have the things I've been craving readily accessible and I still have to remind myself that it's not a visit with family this time. Feels weird to be driving my car and not be driven around by my sister. My wardrobe looks massive in my sister's spare bedroom closet so I'll be making a trip to get another portable garment rack. I'm grateful to her and her husband for letting me stay in their house while our life feels so chaotic right now.
Woozie did great on the trip. After the first hour of wimpering and panting through New York, she realized she wasn't going to the Vet. And she's been adapting really well at my sister's house. Well except when it thundered, in which she promptly ran under my nephew's bed.
Tomorrow my search continues for temporary living arrangements. On Monday I start my new job and will have a new outfit to share with you.