Once upon a time, when I lived in NYC, I may have made comments like: A car is just a car. It gets you from A to B. If I have to get a car, I will, but only if I have to.
I was in love with public transportation and letting someone else do the work for me while I chatted on my cell phone in the cab or read my book on the subway. I admit I still miss walking, taxing or subwaying at times. However, I have to take back some of my words. A car is not just a car.
When I moved to Ptown I got a car. I need it. It's great. I'm glad I have it. No big deal. Now I'm carless in Georgia. My 17 year old sister gets all upset when I borrow "her" car - even if it's just sitting in the garage. So I find myself asking, "Mom, can I take your car?" all the time. It's like I'm 17 again. But you see, when I was 17 my Mom's car was an old, massively huge Suburban. Let's just say it's not anymore.
I have fallen in love with driving my Mom's car. My dad has even started making fun of me for wanting to drive it all the time. I'm going to enjoy it while I can, and I've decided two very important things in the last week:
1. If I move someplace I need a car, I am going to need to make a lot of money. Because a car is not just a car. Nice cars really are more fun to drive.
2. I'd forgotten how much I love convertibles. So I've decided that I need to either a) move someplace where it is practical to own one or b) make enough money to buy two cars so I can drive the convertible when the weather is nice.
Okay fine. I'm not 50. I haven't worked hard my whole life and "earned" it. I just want it. Maybe my Dad is right. Maybe I am a little out of control, but high-maintenance is just going to far! I just like to dream big.
3 comments:
out. of. control.
LOVE IT! And btw, why is high maintenance a bad thing?
I don't know what kind of car it is, but it's a convertible and it's apparantly nice. Can I have one, too?
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