Utah to Adam: We Don't Want You

And yes, that may be just a little exaggerated, but that's how I feel.

Today I set out to get my car registered and to obtain a Utah license. I even shaved for the occasion. Go me. Oh, and I got a hair cut yesterday. So really, I look about as pretty as I can for the dreaded license photo.

Well, I got the car registered, and it went very smoothly. Go registration people.

Then I went to get my license, and my day got shot straight to hell. Apparently, to get a Utah license again I have to go to the Orem office, take a written exam, and provide two things that show my Utah address. So, now I have to wait until I get something mailed to me that proves I have a Utah address. And that stinking written test.

It doesn't help that I was a little depressed already prior to today. I was getting better, but now I don't think I am.

Because, apparently, Utah doesn't want me.

I'm so glad I moved back.