Actually, I'm doing really well, but I find it's little things that make me realize this is for real. Take this check for example..it was written out to Michael or Jeannie Evanchan. Whoa! I'm giving up my last name, people! I guess I've known I would be doing that for quite some time, but seeing it in writing suddenly made it seem very real.
When I was back home, a married girlfriend told me there's a certain amount of sadness that goes with giving up your last name. It's your identity. It's who you've been for 31 years. It's the name my Pops gave me, and his Pops gave him. It's part of my English roots. Plus, I've had really cool nicknames over the years. Here are some I'll miss...
* Croftsinator (You know, a spin off of Terminator. It's probably my bulging muscles that gave me that nickname)
* Croftstein (My Jewish friends adopted me one year for Hanukkah and the name stuck)
* Laura Croft, The Tomb Raider (I often get mistaken for Angelina Jolie. It's a curse)
One problem with the name Crofts is that no one ever understands it over the phone. Thank God I'm picking up Evanchan...that's much easier.