|Even this picture is from several years after I left Texas|
and was just home for a visit. It's really not that surprising
that it's hard to prove that it's my "home".
The utter lack of any form of permanent address is not normally an issue, not until I try to open an account with anything financial related. Utility bills, lease agreements - apparently these are the things you use to prove who you are? A passport, and a drivers license that doesn't match my banking address isn't enough? What's the point of the social security card I've kept a scan of for all these years? If a passport doesn't prove who I am, then why do they charge that ever increasing amount to have one and force me to show it so often? I think I'll need have a discussion with immigration when I next come to the states as to the futility of proving my identity with that little blue book and the stamps of authority mocking me for leaving pages still untouched. If a bank who handles only money won't take it as proof then how dare they accept it when so many lives are at stake. It almost makes me think that the entire TSA is nothing but theater.
Matters are also complicated by my lack of credit history. The only credit card I ever had was a Chevron gas card' in college that took years to pay off (I think it took years, at this point I can't even swear to it having ever been paid off) and burned me to to entire idea of credit cards. I think it's rather obvious I've never had a mortgage either. Why would I take a loan for a house I plan to leave in a couple of years anyway? That neighborhood/continent is bound to get boring soon enough. I'm not even sure how I opened a bank account, and am now fearful of it ever getting shut down. I have no idea how I'd even be able to open another one in the states, it might be time to open one in the Cayman islands as a backup.