It finally happened. My trusty 18+ year old car decided to spill it’s blood onto my garage floor. Unfortunately, it is no longer worth fixing (it’s a long, expensive story). Normally, I try to talk people out of buying another car, reasoning that it is much cheaper to fix and insure your current car than it is to buy a newer one. But, sometimes, it’s just “time” to get something else. That’s the point I am at. However, I’m kind of depressed.
Getting another car is supposed to be exciting, isn’t it? I’m not excited – I’m kind of sad and a bit nervous. Maybe it’s because my little car and I have spent over a decade together. We’ve gone to another country and other states. We’ve wound our way through twisty roads and over mountain passes. We’ve spent many a summer’s day with the wind in my hair and not a care in the world. We’ve logged thousands of miles to and from work. To say I’m comfortable with her would be an understatement. But now it’s time for a change.
Change is often fraught with anxiety, especially when it is by necessity and not by choice. When we get comfortable, we don’t like to be dragged out of our familiar boxes. Why stir the pot when the waters are smooth? Sometimes, we just need to.
So here I am, searching for another car. I won’t be getting a new one, that’s for sure. The used ones are expensive enough. Craig’s List, Auto Trader and Cars.com are being trolled through daily. I have come to the decision that I will attempt to limp along in my current car until I find what I want. There’s no point in paying thousands of dollars if it isn’t something I truly want. The dang things are expensive! That’s where my nervousness comes in. Handing over that much money is a big step for me. I can’t describe how incredibly thankful I am that I finally found work, even if there isn’t much job security. However, I am still nervous. What if they don’t like me and cut me loose? What if I get laid off next week? Or next month? What if….
Maybe I just think too much.