I’m in a bit of an odd predicament.
In my 22nd birthday blog post, I based the whole thing on the fact that there isn’t a lot of external fanfare surrounding 22 compared to 21.
But there is one specific thing that happened when I turned 22, which I sort of alluded to yesterday.
I was able to get a new driver’s license when I turned 21, one that would be horizontal instead of vertical to assure certain establishments that I am of age for things like drinking. But I didn’t have to get my new license because the old one wasn’t expired.
I can no longer say that because the expiration date came yesterday:
For the first time in close to four years, I am no longer legally able to drive myself.
Now I know some of you are probably saying that it shouldn’t matter, because what are the odds of getting pulled over?
Well… Sure. I could still drive around if I wanted, because it’s not like the license is inherently visible unless asked for specifically. I could still do things like hit the gym if I wanted, as I had planned on today to start working off that birthday cake.
After all, I hit 200 lbs on the scale as of my visit to the hematologist last week, and I don’t want to lose too much progress on my journey to become healthier.
But that being said, I live by the same anxieties as my Mom when it comes to these things. Twelve other people could be driving around with expired licenses around me, but with my luck I would be the one who gets caught and pays the price.
So I won’t be driving around on my own today. Just on the off-chance anything happens.
I could still get driven around by my parents, and Mom has gone to the gym with me in the past. It’s not like I’m totally stuck.
… Except for the fact that I stayed home this morning while the rest of the family went out to do chores. Because for some reason I decided doing homework was more important.
And you know, by ‘for some reason’ I mean because I have assignment deadlines.
Deadlines I could be working on instead of this blog post if I didn’t enjoy living on the edge.
Thus, as the title implies, I’m stuck at home doing work today. I even took that artsy Featured Image through the screen door just to imply bars.
Kinda proud of it, honestly.
On the bright side, my pseudo-house arrest shouldn’t last long. I have an appointment at the DMV tomorrow that I’m… Completely looking forward to…
But you know what, if I have to miss my morning class and suffer through government bureaucracy in order to get my driver’s license back, I suppose it will all be worth it in the end.
Who knows, the experience might even give me something interesting to talk about around here.
Guess we’ll just have to see.
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