The work of changing my life from the DC Metro area to the Denver, Colorado area continues.
Today I closed my "slush fund" account. The bank account that I always insisted had to be in my name only. I don't know why, exactly, that I felt so strongly about this - it has just always mattered to me to have at least one account with a bit of money in it in my name only. It wasn't even really a slush fund - Mr. Quimby just called it that.
This particular account was from a small credit union that had a branch at the campus where I went to college. I remember opening it with my parents in the fall of 1991 when I was a freshman.
Now that I am here and our joint account is still at another credit union where Mr. Quimby opened his account when he was an intern on the Hill in the late 80's, it didn't make sense for us to have two DC based credit unions as our only banking options.
So, it was with sadness that I filled out the form to close my credit union account. I called today to confirm receipt, and the woman who answered the phone said that they had received it and that the check had already been cut.
It seemed so final - I hesitated, wondering if I should say something like "thanks for being my credit union for the past 22 years." But I didn't. I just said thank you.
22 years is a long time. It still feels sad.
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