We now continued with all the little tasks associated with moving to a new place, in particular the ones that required a permanent address, which we hadn't had since we left the Midwest in late November. (We'd been using a PO Box the Lynks set up.) The absurdities of moving are readily apparent: To park on our street, we needed a Zone 6 pass. To get that, we needed Washington license plates. To get those, we needed an emissions test. To get that, we needed Washington driver's licenses (all these at different places). To get those, we needed a permanent address. To get that, we needed an apartment. So we signed a lease a week and a half before we could park at our apartment. Here are our Indiana licenses, destined for the chop, with our cute, pre-married faces. Due to a resetting error, Steve's new Washington license, until the suspicious clerk questioned it at the last moment, almost ended up saying he was 5'0" and 100 pounds. He hasn't changed that much since the wedding.
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