It's that time again...inspection time. My insurance is up on Monday and my mother has cut me off so now I'm taking out my own policy. I'm actually kind of excited about it. My mom kept me on the insurance until I turned 23 because she's wonderful in that kind of way.
There are other ways she is not so wonderful though. She is not wonderful in the sense of keeping papers...papers like the title to my car. It went missing and she has to get a new one so that I can get one in my name and do all those other fun things the state makes you do to keep a car. My mom also has a suspended license for unpaid parking tickets. That's right...she lost those too. She needs to get a state id card to verify that she is in fact the owner of the car to get a new title. Then I have to get a title in my name, insure the car, register it, trade plates, and inspect it.
This has been the source of my agony for the past week or so. My mom has a habit of making things a much bigger deal then they are. One thing turns into, "Don't come crying to me when you lose your car". Why would I lose my car? Relax Woman!
I've been having a difficult time adjusting to life back in my mother's house since I've been on my own for 4 years (at least it's better than living with him). I feel suffocated and we fight almost constantly. We just have different lifestyles. They say you can always go back home but it's easier said then done.