You would think that I'd have managed this much sooner, as we've been in Texas almost a year now, but it was only today that I managed to make it to DMV while they were open AND their computers were working.
I feel oddly disconnected from myself, as if, in turning in a piece of ID declaring me a Californian, in exchange a piece of ID labelling me a Texan, my actual IDENTITY has changed. (Will my (subconscious) natural mimickry manifest itself in a twang now?)
On the other hand, I'm now the proud owner of a local library card.