Like seafarers this life on the road feels like we have left the landlubbers behind. We look out into the distance horizon and imagine the adventures that await.
However, government agencies don’t care about our long distance glances. They don’t care about our free spirits. They want us to have a postal address. They want us to have a postal address so they can send us forms. Forms that keep us tethered to society. Forms that sometimes include traffic fines.
Banks want to know where to send us forms that involve paying fees or reimbursing funds.
People, and I mean doctors and dentists, want to know where we live.
Pharmacists want to know where to send prescriptions. We want to know that too.
Fortunately we have now been able to join a doctors practice in Christchurch. We feel lucky to have been accepted and to help them get to know us we have been sick a few times. Hoping we don’t get to know them too intimately.
The practice has waived the address bit as all correspondence seems to be online. It will be good when I can work out how to join their health portal.
Birthdays can be a bit sad not having a postal address. Christmas might be a bit bare.
Thankfully, as we are living the minimalist life and there is not a lot of space in this abode there is one sound benefit to having no postal address, one advantage depending on how you look at it that seafarers have over landlubbers; on-line shopping and intimately knowing Temu is not possible.