After YEARS of holding on to my motherland of California, this week the first chink in my Golden State amour fell off. We register the car in Utah.
This is the style of our new plate, although the letters are different, you get the idea. Karl picked this one rather than the one with the delicate arch on it because…he liked it better?
It has been an emotional and financially costly journey to get our little Honda up to state standards. Karl and I really don’t fight very much, but the car is defiantly a VERY divided issue with us. I am grateful it is over. I will miss my California paperwork, my little cursive California licence plate, and everything that it represents to me.
Next is changing my residency, yikes, I don’t know how I am going to do it. Still my heart is always singing:
“California here I come
Right back where I started from…”