I can hear myself humming Ant Hamilton’s “Can’t Let Go” as I prepare for this moment.
Actually, I’m humming that tune as I relay a recent event to you.
“Band on the Run” was the actual tune dancing around my head as I made my way to the
Another license to surrender, another registration to seek, another title to present.
Yes, it was time officially become a lawfully registered citizen of Indy.
Sure, I’ve done this a few times now. It’s supposed to get easier with age and every
step state you take.
Setbacks met me on my drive to the BMV as I left part of my life story (SSN, Passport, and your cousin’s info too) in the closet at home.
So, I would be returned home to grab my documents like a school child in trouble to line up with policy.
I returned nourished and more
rested clear-headed than I did the hour before.
That setback was the divine providence that allowed me to check in with my wellness and preparation for the book/written exam. Aced it, shazam.
My eyes are still in great shape as I read through a line of words and numbers with great pace.
My new license picture…that’s a story for another day. Apparently, you can’t smile for your photo in this beloved state.
Next up was my registration for voting rights and finding my polling station.
Smooth sailing you would think. Naw, not quite yet. The worker threw a solid brick that did not miss.
“You know that license has to stay here with me today,” she said.
My heart tightened, and a tiny tear in my right eye stung the crease fold.
I belted out a fake but delighted, “Yep, I know.” All the time, my heart ached below.
I never felt attached to S.Carolina, I thought. But, I guess even she made a southern imprint along the way.
I’m a Southern daughter, belle. Filled with grace. I like my breakfast and language direct.
I’ll take my lemonade and affection for others sweet, if you please.
It was yet another rude awakening that day, that on paper, the South could no longer stay.
I am a mid-western local now with a soul as southern as the greatest bbq and college football team will ever reside.
I realized on the drive home, that God is still chiseling away at my identity.
He’s never going to pull the prideful, Southern woman out of me.
But he will state by state get me closer to my destiny.