New Plate

Sometimes, while we're driving around, I'll make a wrong turn or realize I'm lost and just slow to a crawl, unsure of what to do next, despite the fact that it makes things worse or puts us in some kind of danger.

 

"COMMIT!" Craig will yell. Usually we end up arguing about how he yelled at me while I was driving, but I know that he's right and that everything will be okay if I just follow through.

 

So, after nearly two years in Arizona, I've finally registered my vehicle.

 

It was time.

Done