The Paperwork

So guess what?

We’re married!!

I know, I know, this happened in September. But bear with me because, in spite of some thorough strangeness with our paper work & odd conversations with people at Stats Canada and Vital Stats, someone has finally been able to verify that our marriage was registered.

When I sent off my name change paperwork in late October, along with all of my earthly forms of identification, I assumed that it would take a month to have them processed and returned to me. I called in November, December, and January and each time I was told that it hadn’t been received and that it had probably been lost in the mail.

My SIN card. My birth certificate. Lost in the fog outside of the Statistics Canada, somewhere in the wailing, lonely fjords of Newfoundland. Huh.

Without my birth certificate & SIN card I haven’t been able to change my name on almost any of my documents. While the change on my drivers license was being processed my temporary license expired, and then my passport is expired, leaving my credit cards as the only form of identification I have. Beyond being land locked inside Canada, I’ve been really concerned about what could have happened to those documents and attempting to plan when a good time to really freak out would be.

I was planning to be really excited for the inauguration, to receive my new weekly planner in the mail so I could pencil my melt down in, and then to completely lose my shit around Thursday, as my mother’s birthday is Wednesday.

Then last week, after all the phone calls and talk of our marriage maybe not even being valid because of The Paperwork, all of my documents were randomly returned to me in a neat little bunch with a note that I needed to apply for a different version of my marriage certificate & then I would be off to the races.

I would be angry, but I’m too excited that my SIN card & birth certificate isn’t being used by someone out East to apply for credit towards starting a whale watching business.

The Moral of the Story: When I receive that different version of the marriage certificate, I’m going down to service Canada with my iPhone to wait the three hours to see someone who can change my name on the spot.

Either that or I’m going to beg Ben to let me just mail my documents to him so he can have the Newf hand them in in person. This is Canada after all, if The Newf grew up in the same province as this building I’m betting there’s a 70/30 chance that he knows someone who works there.

Had I known this would be such a hassel I think I might have considered not changing my name for a little longer than I did!