I've finally gotten through the official paperwork transition to living in the city. After 10 months in my apartment, I switched driver's licenses today.
Registered to vote too.
And got the title of the car figured out. (I'd already changed the plates.)
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My old place didn't have an address.
I looked at the map the UPS guy had in his truck. My trailer wasn't there. It's the same map the emergency services used, so I made up an address based on the neighbors'. Put it on the fridge in case we needed it.
Honestly, I don't even remember the street.
But driver's licenses require a street address. The PO box won't do. "Ummm....I live in teacher housing?" I offered when asked. So my official address for those years was Tchr Hsing.
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Today I got asked if I wanted to include my apartment number on my new license.
I didn't. Figured it was safer not to. The lady checking me through agreed.
When I said I lived in teacher housing, it was with the confidence that people would be able to find me in town. Just find the school security guard. It's not that hard.
Even with the street address given, I still feel more hidden here.
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