Thursday, June 9, 2011
I feel like a sixteen year old again
But, not in a good way. Its amazing how moving to a new country can cause you to backtrack in age. Let me explain.
Before I moved to Derry, I, of course, had a driver's license and a car and I had these things for a long time...about 16 years. I also had a bank account with MY name on it and a debit card I could use anytime I wanted. I was very independent.
Now, not so much. I have no car OR driver's license here. Which means I walk or take a taxi most places, which is fine. But, oh how I miss driving a car with the music blaring and the sun shining in the summer time!
But, the kicker is, for me to be able to drive here, I have to RELEARN all the rules of the road and get lessons and take the test! But, I already did this! I did this when I was 16 years old! Don't make me do it again! Of course, if I had to do it again in the U.S., I wonder if I could pass again. The only reason I passed the first time was because the guy giving me the exam had the same last name as me. But, I mean, I wasn't a bad driver or anything (shut up Barry).
And, let me get started on the whole bank account thing. Wow, the hoops I had to jump through to open a bank account were shocking! I have to have my identification and proof of residence here like some sort of bill or invoice in my name. I have my i.d., but no bill or invoice in my name. I tried to get it worked out! But, to get the electric bill or even my cell phone bill in my name they need two forms of i.d., one of which needs to be some type of bill! Seriously? I was going in circles. I finally found a way to work it out, but it took quite a long while.
Plus, I have no credit here. All the credit I've built in the U.S. doesn't transfer here. I couldn't even get a cell phone in my own name because I have no background here. Hmm...if I would have known that before I left the States, I could have went to town charging and not paying credit cards...hehe. No, just kidding. Although, I coulda showed those credit cards who was boss!
So all the headache without the beauty of a sixteen year old. I certainly don't have the skin of a 16 year old! Nope, my laugh lines are much more defined now. And, what the hell happened to the pores on my face? Wait, is that a skintag on my neck? Where did that black hair come from? When did that gray hair come in? No, my body is definitely not sixteen again, dammit.
So, anyway. I wouldn't mind too awful much being 16 again, if it were the good parts of being 16...you know, like the slu...um, or the um....well. Oh, I know...like the foo..., no the hom... Wait, what are the good parts to being 16? It seems I can't really think of any.
Oh, I know! A sweet sixteen party! That is a good part! I wonder if I could talk Barry in to throwing me a sweet sixteen party? I'll work on that. Look for it on MTV 'cause it'll be a bangin' super sweet sixteen!