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I'm accepting finding work is a slow go right now. I accept this at least 20 times a day. I ask what can I do while waiting? Look everyday, apply to all that seem appropriate, reasonable, and or interesting.
Yesterday I looked up volunteer possibilities and I was delighted to see so many options. Next week I'll volunteer at a food pantry and possibly the Red Cross. Keep busy, keep meeting people, be engaged.
I've encountered something different here that I haven't seen before in the two other states I've lived. The DMV, as I have always known it, is divided into two entities here. One place you get your drivers license, then you go to another place and register your car and get your tags. Not all in one. No appointments.
In the 'take care of business' category, I need a NC drivers license and to register my car. The local advice was to go to a nearby small town where it's less crowded. My mistake was going on a Friday, middle of the week is when the wise person goes. I opened the door to the unassuming drivers license office, 7 men were sitting in a tiny room, silently. I glanced around and saw no workers, only a sign that said they weren't taking tickets until 1pm. It was 10:30.
I smiled at the room in general and asked what the procedure was. Each gave a little information, they explained they were full and weren't taking anymore until 1. I laughed a little and said, oh, I heard this was the good one. I asked if they were going to sit there until 1 and they said they had tickets.
I got more information regarding the registering and license plates, right down the street, but of course you need the drivers license first. So a bit of a bust, but I learned something because I got to see a bit of this antique town and the drive in was so cool.
It's a little town called Marshall about 20 miles north of Asheville. There's a scenic drive along the French Broad River, which I chose not to take, as it's been raining for a week or a month and everything is so saturated and slick and the rivers are full, it felt a little stressful. But the last few miles wind along the river and a side of a mountain. The river was all stirred up, its muddy brown waves coursing beside me leading to downtown, which looked like it hadn't changed much in 100 years. Two story brick buildings, red or yellow brick, a single traffic light, the railroad tracks. In the mountain mist and rain, it was easy to lose track of the year.
I truly felt out of time and place as I drove out and back home. I feel this frequently since everything is new. A little at a time things solidify but I'm in the magical time where it all shifts daily as something new emerges.