This is such a silly post. When Tim and I first got married, the first thing we did was open up a joint bank account. The bank we joined was great at the time. There were several branch’s available to us. When we moved to where we are now, we had to drive an hour to get to the actual branch. If we needed to go in to them and get something done we had to rush after work to get there on time. Normally that meant being locked in the bank after hours because we’d make it with just a few minutes to spare.

They DID have a small “in shop” branch here. But it was pretty useless. All they did was collect the thing’s we needed to deposit or withdraw and sent them to the other branch. Their usual job was selling computer software, so they had no idea how to do other things.

A few weeks ago we got sent a letter telling us they were closing that little branch. So now if we wanted cash out it would cost us $1.50 per transaction. It so happened that the day we got the letter was also the day Tim went to a different bank for his motor bike CTP insurance. It was then that he found out they had a better deal on term deposits, and ours was opening up soon so we decided we should switch banks.

It’s not a big deal. Switching banks. It was a lot of messing around but it’s really no big deal. When I called our “old” bank to tell them that we’d have to close all of our accounts the lady was very apologetic. She understood why we were doing it. As I was about to say good bye to her, I all of a sudden felt very sad. I felt like I was breaking up with a boyfriend. Or that one of us had to move on and leave the other behind. I said “It’s been good” and held back tears. TEARS! I was choking up saying good bye to a lady that I barely ever saw who worked at a bank that we rarely went in to.

We’re coming up on our five year anniversary, so we’ve been with them for five years. Of course, it has nothing to do with the bank itself. It’s more a symbolic thing. It was the first thing Tim and I did as a married couple. (see why I said number plates weren’t a silly thing to get nostalgic about Kelly? I cried over a bank!)