Small Town Residency

So barely within the 60 day time limit, we have established our residency in the Granite State. This week we tackled the DMV and Town Hall. Honestly it was only the DMV that required any effort, the town hall is a block away and took all of 10 minutes for me to go down and register to vote and get a dog license for Padme. It took Arch another 10 minutes to get the car and himself registered. The girls thought the town hall staircase looks like it belongs in a castle - just a beautiful old wooden stair.

When we got the car inspected we had fun chatting with the owner (I think) of the service/gas station (the only one in town?), who of course knows Gram, and was very interested in our political leanings, especially since his father was in the state legislature with her back in the day. HILARIOUS.

The Milford DMV, not so hilarious. A room about the size of a large bedroom, 8 total chairs (mostly filled will elderly folks who couldn't stand in line), line out the door (only open 2 days a week): Big Mama and three tots standing in line holding their backpacks full of books and colors, because they were prepared to sit down and wait. Anyway we made it. Poor Arch had to make two trips, however, because the first time he stood in line he discovered that his copy of our homeowners' insurance does not quality as "proof of residency". He needed a utilities bill!!?! We don't have any paper copies of utilities (thank you, internet banking), so he came back to Brookline Town Hall, and the clerk made him a notarized "proof of residency" paper as he registered the car and his vote. Back to Milford, DMV satiated, and we are all (including the dog and car), legal residents. Live Free or Die.