So, I hate my car. I've hated my car since I've gotten it in 2006. I was forced into buying it, and sometimes I wish I had thrown money into my first car and just kept it. My car now feels like a mom car, and I hate feeling fat and old in it.
My car is now approaching 100,000 miles, the magic number where you can't get anything for it. I feel like my sentence should be up with this car, and I want it out. I want a car that I connect with. Maybe I watch too many Herbie movies, but my first car and I had a relationship. I talked, it listened, we worked as a team together. I had a connection with it, and we were good together. I want that again. I want to trade in my mother-in-law of a Camry for something younger, hipper, and more me.
I test drove a couple different cars the other day, and I found myself thinking more into the future with my car choice. The car I choose will be the one I cart my future kids around in. I don't want to be the mom that doesn't think about her kid's comfort and carts them around in a tiny car. On the other hand, I'm not going to go out and buy a mini-van and drive it around for 2 years before I have kids.
I can't believe that I'm thinking about cars and babies at the same time. This is silly. I'm picking out a mom car.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
The Mom Car
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