But it's the end of an era!

Today I officially (legally) changed my name.

Yes, I do take a long time to embrace and go with change.  Why do you ask?

But come on now, I think I do deserve just a little praise because it only took me six months.  Allow me to elaborate:

I have lived in Utah for 4 years, but I still have my Arizona driver license (which is in my maiden name, of course).  Today I finally decided that I will go ahead and get a Utah license once I receive my new Social Security Card, but I still don't really like the idea of no longer being an Arizona resident in any way, even though I haven't really been one in quite awhile.  I used to make the typical "inconvenience" excuses, but I now live like 5 minutes from the DMV.  It is on my way to work.  They even let you make appointments now so you don't have to wait.  Yet this unexplained desire to grasp tightly to Arizona is still much stronger than the potentially ticket-worthy offense of having an out-of-state license.

I also decided to make my maiden name my middle name so I wasn't completely relinquishing my former identity.  (I never had a middle name before.)  Sure, doing this used to be fairly common, and when your maiden name is something like "Lee," I think it works great.  But my maiden name is certainly not a middle name, so it's maybe a little weird.  But I don't care.  I am going with it.

To further illustrate my complete aversion to change:  I also don't like for the furniture to be moved.  Once I (okay fine, we) figure out the best place for it to go, I think it should stay there.  Because that is the BEST place for it, right?  And if it isn't the best arrangement and this other way is so much better, why didn't we just arrange it the other way in the first place?

Usually when things (like moved furniture) are changed, I hate the new arrangement at first.  It isn't until I adjust and get used to it that I make my peace.

I like constants.  I like the perceived security that constants provide.  But I married someone who would love to move not only the furniture, but would prefer if we could move to DIFFERENT COUNTRIES every couple years.  [Yes, I love traveling to different countries (hi Asia!), but living there is a whole new story.]  I knew this going in, and I knew that I didn't love change, but it's these little things that I've been holding on to that have surprised me. 

Fortunately, marriage to Josh seems to be forcing me to release my white-knuckle-death-grip on everything within proximity and learn to loosen up a little bit.  (I said a little bit, Josh.)  Hey, I even agreed to rearrange the bedroom furniture a few weeks ago, and WHAT DO YOU KNOW, I actually like it BETTER.

Am I a total freak?  Validate me, please.



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