I’m kind of having trouble believing it myself.
This is the first time I’ve never not been a New Yorker.
I mean, I’ve lived in other states before. But it’s always been on something of a temporary basis.
But, seeing as it’s looking like I might be in Michigan for a while, I decided to make things official.As this was my first time applying for a license in a different state, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I made my way to the DMV.
But I was kind of expecting it to be called a DMV.
As it turns out the DMV is not called a DMV here at all.
It’s called Secretary of State.
I know, weird, right?
Although, I do have to admit the name elevates things just a bit. I mean, nobody envies you when you tell them you have to go stand in line at the DMV. But telling people that you need to go to the Secretary of the State? That sounds pretty highfalutin if you ask me.
Also, just FYI, I found out that you’re not allowed to just call it “SOS” for short. Which I thought was cool and clever, but when I tried it out on my cousins who have lived in Michigan their entire lives, they just laughed at me.Other than finding-out-the-DMV-is-not-actually-a-DMV-and-you-shouldn’t-call-it-SOS-no-matter-how-much-you-want-to, changing my official state of residence turned out to be pretty anticlimactic.
Nobody quizzed me on the state bird.
A group of local folk did not welcome me with pies.
There was no tossing of my New York State driver’s license into a raging bonfire kept on hand for the destruction of all out-of-state licenses.
They just flipped through the forms I had given them, took my photo for my new license and than handed over my temporary license.
Or my Michigan Temporary Operator License.
Which kind of sounds like the title of a low-budget adult movie. Made, of course, in Michigan. So it had that going for it.
And then this week I got my permanent license.So I guess that means I have to call myself a Michigander now.
I can’t say I’m too happy about this.
Mind you, this is not because I don’t like Michigan. Michigan is just fine and dandy.
But, Michigander? Really? Must I?
Michigander just makes me think of the word “gander” which makes me think of geese which makes me think of the time I was attacked by a goose on Halloween which makes me want to cry.
I can’t be the only one who experiences Post Traumatic Waterfowl Disorder every time I hear the term, Michigander, can I?
Okay, don’t answer that.Plus, you guys, Michiganders are really nice.
I mean, really, really, REALLY nice.
Strangers are always smiling and striking up conversations. And the cashiers will ask you about your day and then look at you like they expect you to respond.
This has been kind of hard for me because, you guys, I am just not that nice. I mean, sure, I have my moments. But smile and talk to strangers? Sometimes before noon? That’s not really a thing I do. And, seriously, every time a cashier does the whole “So how’s your day going?” thing I just stare at them and think, “Back off, buddy, I don’t even know you.”
Until now I could just rack up my rudeness to my New Yorkerness.
But, I’m a Michigander now.
I’m going to have to start being a lot nicer.
Or start wearing a t-shirt that says, “Don’t mind me. I’m not from around here. No matter what my license says.”Question time: have you ever officially changed your state of residence? Did you change along with it? Or did you stick to your old-state ways?