A New Chapter

It is definitely the end of an era.

Saturday, I went to go look at a car I found on Craigslist that looked like it might be a good deal.  When we got there, however, the car was a piece of crap.  Covered in dents and scratches, the racing tires gave it away that someone had been drag racing a 2004 Chrysler Sebring.  Stupid.  I decided I was far too lazy to try to sell my car, as I have no intention of dealing with people from Craigslist.  So, we took the car to CarMax to get an estimate.

While I was waiting, I went ahead and test drove a small, affordable car.  Totally not something that I would have ever picked out.  Ever.  But, the price was right and it was a lot newer than anything I could find online.

So, I bought my first new-to-me car, ever.  I am also taking on my first car payment ever, which kind of sucks.  It is a pretty cheap one, though, so I think I will manage.

It’s just strange to do something so grown up. It makes me feel like an actual adult.  An odd feeling, being as I am months away from turning 35.  I always thought there would be a day when I would actually feel like an adult, but that age has always slipped into another position, as I neared it.  I still feel like we sit at the “kids’ table” at Thanksgiving!  I guess to my parents’ generation, we will always be kids.  Even when we are old enough to vote, drink, have kids, and own a crippling mortgage.  I guess since I have never done those last two, I hadn’t crossed the line.

Somehow, the car note has drug the line back to me.  Weird.

So… here she is.  I haven’t known her long enough to give her a name yet.  Suggestions are appreciated via comments:

2008 Chevy Cobalt

About ElizabethBlessitt

Writer. Photographer. Organization Development guru. Rabid Scrapbooker. Partially terrified singer. Getting fit physically and emotionally. Will kick your ass at Jeopardy. Does Sudoku and Crosswords in pen.
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2 Responses to A New Chapter

  1. Brooke says:

    I have named every car I’ve ever owned after the person I bought it from, whether it was some random dude or a car salesman. My very first new car was a 1997 Honda Civic, and not only did I get to name the car Harold after the salesman, but when the dealership sent me a plant to thank me for my purchase, the plant became known as Harold too. Harold is alive and well all these years later at my dad’s house – the car, not so much.

    Then I had a VW Beetle, which I appropriately named Ringo (after Ringo Starr, who was not only a Beatle but shares the same birthday as me). Now I drive a Toyota Corolla, which I couldn’t name Mike after the salesman because I already had a Mike, plus I think a female name fits better. Long story short, after 2 years, I decided she still had no personality and no name, and therefore I call my current car Jane Doe.

    So my suggestion to you, after all that, is to name it after the person who sold it to you. Keep the trend going! 🙂

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