As many of you know, I was born Rachel Mitchell Macwhirter. I’m one sentence into this post and I’m already interrupting myself to point out that ‘Macwhirter’ has a red line on it to indicate it’s not the right word and that feels so fitting. Though I’ve been going by Rachel Mitchell for well over a year, I only got the chance to get down to the department of Births, Deaths and Marriages to submit my application for a name change in August.
“August?” You say. “That’s good, it should be well on its way to being processed by now.”
I mean, it should. It would be had I actually been able to submit it in August.