I’ve never really moved before. My parents bought the house I grew up in… well, I was told I was conceived the day they bought it. Gross. I “moved” to college and back for 3 years, and then from dorm to dorm to dorm the fourth. Then “moved” to my aunt’s house for a year. When it comes down to it though, those aren’t the same. I give someone money and then I have a place to sleep, electricity, a shower, Internet and in most cases food all provided for me. Most of everything was also cleaned for me.
Then a stray cat showed up at my aunt’s house. I had to take him in; the way he kept trying to come indoors and the way he loved it when I held him told me he used to be an indoor cat. So I found an apartment. We’ve been living there two weeks now, just me and the cat.
The first hassle is simply changing my address. I’m pretty sure there is no way to do this right. The amount of people you need to tell is immense as fuck. I’ve told the bank… and a few others. On the bright side, everything else is being sent to my parents’ house, and I’ve changed as many things as I could to online billing with online statements. The post office guy lectured me about telling the local post office that you live there, and he and my neighbors have reminded me to add my apartment number to my shit. Which I swear I have done my best with, but nobody’s best is ever good enough in this world.
The second hassle isn’t much… yet. Electricity was easy to set up… but no bill from them yet. Cable/Internet was a small hassle, although half of that was my fault for not remembering to charge and bring my cell phone from my aunt’s house. The second guy who came to set it up knocked on my actual apartment door instead of standing outside and calling me, so I can’t hold myself 100% accountable. Maybe that’s just the power of my rage. I had to take a surprise Monday morning off for them, and then my cable modem didn’t work so they used one of theirs. When I called the people who made the modem, they said it was my cable company. Maybe you can see why I haven’t dealt with it.
The biggest one is my car and licence. This is a different state than the one I used to live in, and it feels a bit like pulling a block from the bottom of a pile and everything falling out on top of me. If I need a licence in this state, I should also have my car registered in this state. If my car is registered in this state, it’s not technically owned by my dad anymore. That means he has to officially sell/give it to me. That means I need to insure it myself. That means it needs to be inspected. Oh, by the way, did I tell you my dad’s birthday is in July? That means that if I didn’t get everything moved to my new state by the end of the month, it needed to be re-inspected and registered in the other state. Oh, and there is no permanent DMV in my area.
Figuring out the order to do it all in was not easy. I felt overwhelmed reading the DMV pages for both states, trying to find out what I needed and if I needed to get it insured and inspected first (which seems silly now) and all the other minuscule details. With the help of my coworkers, family and friends, I did manage to get it figured out. Registration and licence, inspection, insurance. Insurance is last because the car is covered on the old insurance right now. In fact, I managed to get everything done yesterday. More surprise time off work, though. Ugh.
This doesn’t even mention that last Wednesday, my muffler fucked itself. It can’t be passed without a good muffler. Oh and it was just barely due for an oil change. My dad had to take it over the weekend to fix it, but that worked well because he needed to sign the gift tax exemption form (and, as I thought then, also the bill of sale. Which you don’t actually need if it was a gift, I guess.) and probably something else.
Really, it’s amazing anything worked out.
Once I get my new insurance, I should be golden. Well, except the bills. And probably something else I forgot.