I’ve always known that I’d take my husband’s name – there was no question about it. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with my maiden name, I’m just a traditionalist with some things. I’ve also known, knowing me as well as I do, that it would take for-ever to get it all done (it’s still not…)
But I’ve done the big two: social security card and now, the drivers license.
The social security card was put off more out of inconvenience than sentimentality. Starting the day after the wedding, I used my married name in my personal life (I’ve retained my maiden name for professional purposes and SEO), so it was only a matter of being home sometime M-F between 9:30 and 3pm before I legally changed my name.
The drivers license, that was another story. I’m a little attached to my drivers license photo. See, I don’t always photograph well – and this photo was the exception. So much so that waiters/bartenders would comment on what a nice photo it was. The key was in the slight turn of my head. So I waited. I waited until I had a new social security card, an address that wouldn’t be changing… and until my current license expired… and even then, for 2 days later. Which left me at the DMV on a Saturday (insert 1.5 hours of my life here).
While standing in line I grew nervous and nostalgic. I’d heard some people state that they didn’t have to retake their photo when they got their license renewed, there was hope. I also noted that everyone in line had folders and forms. Crap, was that something I needed too?! After getting through the gate-keeper (the elderly woman who makes sure that you have enough forms of identification with you to accomplish the task at hand) I waited, and waited and waited some more for my number to be called. I’ve never wanted to jump up and yell for joy as I did when my number was finally called. But it was bittersweet, that meant the time for me to part with my license had come.
I tried to keep my current license by casually mentioning that I’d need it to vote – the man behind the desk informed me that, 1. he couldn’t give it back to me and 2. I didn’t need it to vote. Now, I already knew that, but I was hoping he didn’t. haha. Then he dropped the boom, I’d also need a new photograph. Drat.
Another line to wait in. They finally called my name, my new name. And they said it wrong. I’d been practicing how I’d subtly turn my head to the side to get the best angle when the man behind the counter told me to look straight ahead. So I turned my head just slightly back towards center. No dice. He informed me that homeland security dictated that we all must be facing head-on for our IDs.
Ah well, the photo didn’t turn out as poorly as I’d anticipated, it’s quite nice actually. Probably not nice enough for the wait staff to take notice, but at least I won’t be embarrassed like I was with the photo on my first drivers license when I first learned to drive.
So now I’m one step closer to being totally switched over: next step, credit and debit cards – but I’ll probably put that off until the new year, I wouldn’t want to jeopardize all my stored info being useable on my favorite online shopping sites 🙂