I moved to Oregon today. It only took me 3.5 years of living and working here to finally commit. And that doesn’t even include my four years as a student or the various rivers I had to ford and friends I had to bury in roadside graves along the way.
It’s true. I now have an Oregon driver’s license, Oregon license plates, and a DEQ story (an Oregon must). I can no longer get away with bad highway merging on account of my out-of-state plates or flash my driver’s license to get out of paying Washington sales tax. Wait, I guess that one’s still good.
I feel a little less like Mego now, but maybe this is just what all commitment-phobes have to go through… It doesn’t have to be for forever, right? Montana may still take me back someday?