Where Do I Live?

Once, long ago, when I was a test reader at the local high school, I had to register my car in the office. They asked what color it was and I looked rather ridiculous when I said, "Uh, silvery, no sort of tan, um....I don't know." It was an odd little car with that funny beige brown metallic paint that I still can't describe. The office woman eyed me suspiciously, as if to say she thought they'd made a mistake by letting me be a reader.

I have felt that same way several times during the last month when people asked where I live. I have stayed with my daughter, but am actually residing in a hotel. My driver's license has a Decatur, Illinois address on it and that is where my mail went and much of that mail still had my North Carolina address on it. I knew I would be moving into my new apartment on July 14th, but I wasn't legally there yet. Topping all this off is the fact that I haven't used many checks in the past two years, so they all still have my old Taylorville, Illinois address on them.

I went to the county health department to get a tb test and she suggested I use my daughter's address. I signed up to volunteer and they used my apartment to be address. In order to sign into the hotel I needed a "real" address, so I used Decatur.

Purchasing various and sundry things around town I was asked for my zip code. I'm sure I looked very suspicious when I floundered over that one. The truth is I haven't really known where I legally lived for the last month, but that all changes tomorrow when I move into my apartment!

I never dreamed I could ever be in a situation like this, but I have learned a lot in the last few years, about myself and the world around me. I just did it at sixty instead of twenty and the lessons are not quite the same, I am sure. They have been lessons, none the less and I am just as thrilled to be moving tomorrow as I would have been forty years ago.