...don't pack the titles to your vehicles in your shipping container. Ours are probably halfway to the Panama Canal by now. Just a wee bit of a problem when you want to sell said cars. I have found a solution, and let me just interrupt my sad story to say how helpful insurance companies in Massachusetts can be on issues such as this. They are almost extensions of the RMV, have many of the right forms on hand, and know the titles laws inside and out. So, in the end, everything should be handled without hassle. But boy do I feel like an idiot. I just keep giving Stephen good fodder for making fun of me. Gotta stop doing that.
I am not feeling sad about leaving yet; in fact, I am looking forward to leaving on Saturday because that is when my vacation will really start. We're heading down to San Diego then to spend eleven days with Stephen's dad as we wait out the interval between being kicked out of Groton housing and when Brent's housing is ready for us to move in. In the meantime I just plan to sit by the pool, read, and--in the immortal words of Pretty Woman--"lay like broccoli" (i.e. veg out). It's all good.
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