it’s official!

I’ve lived in Washington for nine years and I finally made it official and got a WA drivers license. This is a really big deal.

I was loathe to give up my Colorado ID, simply because my photo was so amazing. Compliment after compliment! Even the guy at the DOL asked how I got Rihanna’s picture on my license. I’m under no illusions that I resemble her at all (the photo was taken when I was 16 and I had my eyebrow pierced), but it was a rather nice photo.

Of course, there’s more to the story that that.

In short: I am very very bad at life.

I waited until the absolute last minute (my CO license expires tomorrow) because I was told numerous times that I never had the right type of supporting documents to prove my identity. I put it off and off and off until it was almost too late and I finally had to send away for my birth certificate. It arrived last week, right in time for me to spend my last day as a 26 year old waiting in line at the D.O.L at 8:30 in the morning.

I went up to the counter, convinced that they weren’t going to accept the piece of mail I brought to prove my address, or that they’d question the legitimacy of my Maryland birth certificate… but instead, the extremely friendly man in the booth informed me that I’d gotten lucky with number 46 and that he didn’t need to see ANY of the stuff that I’d brought. I somehow landed in the express-track and he didn’t need my Social Security card, my birth certificate, the mail I had strategically chosen with my address on it, or my back-up piece of mail- none of it!

This is pretty much the story of my life: I build these silly life tasks up from molehills to insurmountable mountains… and in the end, it’s always easier than I had expected and I have to kick myself for waiting so long to deal with it. Yet again, I learn this lesson.