We bought a new car. A real, new car. Like it had 10 miles on it when we drove it off the lot. I know that we definitely didn't go overboard and just bought a basic economy car (Mazda 3), but, trust me, it's hot! The first day back to work, the car sat in our garage... I was too afraid to drive it and I don't think it even crossed D's mind...? I drove the car today and it felt spectacular. It's extra lumbar support is nursing a slight back injury, I can accelerate at an acceptable pace, and even control the stereo with handy buttons right on the steering wheel! It just feels good and safe. And it was super easy to set the time on the clock---there's actually a "clock" button---imagine that!
It feels really good.
Until I pull up next to an older car, and weird as it is, I feel a twinge of jealousy. I am very happy about having a new car. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a splurge-y purchase, but one that needed to be made and was made responsibly. I even feel proud knowing that we've been working and saving for the past 4 years to afford it, but there is something very respectable and endearing about a car that hangs in there, and an owner that hangs in there with it.
Sappy much? I'll probably get over it when I successfully merge onto the freeway tomorrow without the smell of burning...
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