Part of the reason I started this blog was because my small group girls kept telling me that the experiences I was having on my journey were just too good not to share.
Growing up in a town where you could get to the other side of the town in 10 minutes or less, has left me with some quite hilarious stories of figuring out this Atlanta life.
This was my first “your-not-in-Kansas-anymore” experience.
I had been in my apartment for a couple of days when I sat down to look at the long to-do list my mom and I had made. Now, who knew how much went into setting up an apartment. There were things like call the power company, call the cable company, find your mailbox… I mean, I just wanted to pick out fun fabric, organize my massive walk-in closet and have a merry time. Except now, I was facing reality of the non-glamorous things you have to take care of. I guess living in the dorms for 4 years did not prepare me for all the things you had to do when setting up an apartment.
I was crossing things off my list when I got to an item. I was avoiding this item. I knew when I completed this task; I would no longer be a resident of the town I grew up.
There it was- change address on driver’s license.
So, strapping on my big girl pants, I got up and headed to the DMV. Now, the DMV where I am from is a small office with 2 windows. I pull in to this massive building and proudly walk in. I walk to the desk, and the lady hands me a number- C29. I thought to myself, is this bingo?
I glance around the room and see almost every chair taken. I find a chair along the wall and take a seat. I begin noticing that there has to be around 300 chairs in the room and 10 windows. I had come prepared with 1 magazine, but honestly thought I would be in and out. Everyone had a number. There were all kinds of letters and I enjoyed the game of figuring out what each letter stood for. I then realized, it really was like bingo.
I began to put the two-and-two together. They currently were on C-9. Good grief, I might be here a while. You guessed it, 20 people in front of me. And you guessed it, 20 people to just change their address. And yes you guessed it, they don't go in order by letter, they jump all over the place. Well, that could be super fast, wrong. I began to notice the conversations around me. I think I picked up about 4 different languages being spoken. However, the DMV does rank up there with a great place to people watch.
Finally after an hour and half my number is called. I really did want to yell BINGO! I rush to the counter (to make sure she knew I was there) and tell the lady I needed to change my address. After pulling up my record she asked for my current license and then with no hesitation drops it in the trash. Woah... no time to say goodbye 15-year-old learner’s picture or old address. She tells me to stand in front of the blue screen and then in 10 seconds my picture was taken. And just like that I have a new license with a horrible picture and a new address. That wasn’t painful for her not. one. bit.
I walked out of there laughing, yeap, welcome to the largest county in Georgia.
I laugh about this story now. I am sure I looked so out of place. Just another reminder that I was on a new journey in the real world…
I get the privilege of experiencing this all over again tomorrow, when I go to renew my license. I think I’ll go a little more prepared with more than 1 magazine and be prepared to do some serious people watching.
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