September 8, 2016. Eureka Springs, AR. You Live...... Where?

It has become very expensive to live in Colorado, considering that we have a house there, are qualified to vote there, are licensed and vehicle-registered there, but don't even have a bed to sleep in when we go back there for a few weeks a year. Our property taxes went up, our insurance rates went up, and there is even the prospect of having my military disability taxed by the state if Proposition 69 is approved by the voters this fall.
I just finished having our motor home insurance transferred from Colorado to Georgia because I didn't feel like paying $800 more than last year for nothing more than a Colorado rate increase. The agent, working for a company in California, was good enough to check the rates in Arkansas and Georgia (where we spend 11 1/2 months of the year) and we are now "garaged" in Georgia for insurance purposes. Our new policy, with our Georgia address on it, will be mailed to our Colorado address; the new cards and the old contract which we need to certify as expired will be mailed to our Arkansas address and our motor home will still sport Colorado plates, be driven by a Colorado-licensed driver who is currently in Utah at her class reunion.
I think we could meet voter registration requirements in three states, but the penalty for multiple voting would probably exceed the $800 we saved, and they would probably send us to jail in some state like North Dakota where the winters are less than ideal. I also don't think it would be worth getting into legal trouble over this election. The candidates seem to have a good handle on that themselves, already. We'll just send in our Colorado absentee ballots once they are forwarded to Arkansas before we leave for Georgia in November. Glad we were able to get all my VA primary care health enrollment transferred from Colorado/Wyoming to Arkansas. I now have a better idea what it must have been like for Moses and his 35 changes of address in the wilderness over a 40 year journey from Egypt to The Promised Land.
Does any of this make any sense, or has the scratch-coat stucco-ing made me goofy? Time for a nap in my on-the-road recliner as we enjoy a late afternoon pop-up shower. By the way, the California agent works for an insurance company registered in Kentucky. Guess they're looking for better rates, too.


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