The difference is that being away from it has put it in a new light which shows all the ways that spending time in a place shapes us. "Home" has long-since come to embrace people rather than a physical place, and the same is very true of Racine.
For all the years that I said I couldn't wait to get out, I never would have expected to be sad when it actually happened.
The day has officially arrived, my friends, where I can no longer call myself a Wisconsin resident.
I know what you're thinking. "Ummm, Michelle? Didn't you move months ago?"
True. But it's also true that I have slacker tendencies and just got my license changed.
It was weirdly saddening to see them draw the big black X on my Wisconsin license. That little plastic square still gave me a sense of Wisconsin pride when I flashed it every time I got carded...until they asked about being a Packer fan, of course. (Gag!) I won't miss that. At all.
They gave me a nice paper Nebraska one to use until I got my new license. [Btw, classy is definitely pulling out a paper license to buy a bottle of wine at the grocery store. ] It was still a little surreal.
Until today, that is. There is was: the white envelope from the state of Nebraska. My new Nebraska license.
The official doors slamming shut on the old and opening up to the new.
Thd Good Life has really become My Life.
I'll always be a Wisconsin girl at heart, but now I'm a licensed Nebraskan.
~"The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are." [-Unknown]~
2 comments:
I hear ya. I call myself a permanent visitor of Missouri. I'm actually a CHicagoan. Kinda. I still need to get my MO license - cause I'm bad like that.
You're a licensed Nebraskan?? Does that mean you need to have a special license to be Nebraskan?? :P
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