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Bleh bleh bleh.
Feb. 14th, 2007 05:39 pmSo I ended up going to the doctor yesterday because I started feeling sick again. Apparently the antibiotics didn't knock out the sinus infection entirely, and now I'm feeling pretty awful.
I feel so strange, too. One of the things on my plate for this week was purchasing a new car. I needed to buy it before I leave in mid-March, and I was hoping to find something. Well, a friend researched it for me and found something promising, and then I spent Sunday and Monday going to dealerships. Let me tell you, this is not the time to be buying a used car. I couldn't find anything.
So I ended up buying the car my friend found. Turns out it was at the dealership I bought my Cavalier from, ten years ago. It was also, quite frankly, about 99% perfect for what I had in mind, and just a teensy bit outside of my price range. I think, were I to live a normal life, I'd be quite enthused that I bought the car on Monday (picked it up yesterday morning). I think I'd be jumping up and down.
But it's weird. I feel...depressed. A little of it has to do with having a car payment again after so many years without, but a lot of it has to do with the fact that my sweet little blue Cavalier is going straight to the junkyard. As I was going to the dealership, I passed a tractor-trailer hauling car carcasses, and I was just totally upset.
I feel guilty. After ten years, 195,000 miles, its stubborn ability to start in nearly any situation, its amazing fortitude upon being loaded up to its maximum weightload, and its constant companionship, I hate to resign it to the scrap heap.
It also really isn't sinking in that the new vehicle is mine, honestly, because I drive a different vehicle about five to eight weeks of the year, so I think my brain is still thinking I'm driving a company vehicle.
( RIP little blue car )
I feel so strange, too. One of the things on my plate for this week was purchasing a new car. I needed to buy it before I leave in mid-March, and I was hoping to find something. Well, a friend researched it for me and found something promising, and then I spent Sunday and Monday going to dealerships. Let me tell you, this is not the time to be buying a used car. I couldn't find anything.
So I ended up buying the car my friend found. Turns out it was at the dealership I bought my Cavalier from, ten years ago. It was also, quite frankly, about 99% perfect for what I had in mind, and just a teensy bit outside of my price range. I think, were I to live a normal life, I'd be quite enthused that I bought the car on Monday (picked it up yesterday morning). I think I'd be jumping up and down.
But it's weird. I feel...depressed. A little of it has to do with having a car payment again after so many years without, but a lot of it has to do with the fact that my sweet little blue Cavalier is going straight to the junkyard. As I was going to the dealership, I passed a tractor-trailer hauling car carcasses, and I was just totally upset.
I feel guilty. After ten years, 195,000 miles, its stubborn ability to start in nearly any situation, its amazing fortitude upon being loaded up to its maximum weightload, and its constant companionship, I hate to resign it to the scrap heap.
It also really isn't sinking in that the new vehicle is mine, honestly, because I drive a different vehicle about five to eight weeks of the year, so I think my brain is still thinking I'm driving a company vehicle.
( RIP little blue car )
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