Lately, I've noticed a curious resistence to establishing my permanent residence in Washington State. While I applied for my WA driver's license the week after moving, it was only because my CA license expired on my birthday and I had no choice. I have yet to find a dentist, an eye doctor, a hairstylist, etc. The dogs still have their San Diego County rabies tags.

I can't help it. I loved living in California. There was a certain sense of pride that I lived year round where people want to vacation. I know I'll always be from California, but it just isn't the same. And I know there are those who laugh at anyone from CA and think we're all freaks--go ahead--I eat your hate like love.

I've been making strides--the Beetle has Washington plates now. The California registration had only expired in October. Apparently there is a significant fee it one is pulled over with a Washington driver's license and out-of-state plates. I courted danger every day for three months. The truck's California plates expire at the end of February. You won't see me anywhere near the Department of Licensing before the ides of March (and what's up with the "Department of Licensing"? Call it the DMV like normal).

I don't like the doctor I've seen three times. For some reason, my mind refuses to believe that he is my "real" doctor. I'm just seeing him until I can get back home.

I have an appointment with my old dentist on Thursday while in San Diego.

I don't feel completely alone in this. Violet has lived in Chicago for years now and still has her California driver's license. We discuss the pros and cons of driving cross country to get your car smogged very two years. She are I are convinced that eventually we'll end up back in our real home.

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