Life without a car...
I value my independence. Being financially independent. Having the ability to come and go as I like. Staying home if I want to.
I had a car accident this past weekend. I'm fine, the other person's fine. Nobody was hurt. The car was not fine. I didn't watch as they towed it off to the repair shop. Busy you know, things to do. So many little, annoying details.
Anyway my mom was out of town this weekend and I was watching my sister. And I had no car. I was trapped in my house. It's not like I would have likely gone anywhere. (Although, I did have a craving for some pie that could not be fulfilled)
It's a completely different story when you choose not to do something and when you have no option. It's....hard. I feel frustrated and worried and still a little freaked out. Having your car in the air with no control over it is not fun. No control. There we go. There's absolutely nothing I can do about what happened.
You think a minute here, a minute there. Walked a little slower. Not resisted the temptation of pizza. Who knows? Would it make a difference? Would it make things worse? I don't know.
All I know is that I'm stuck in my house. Relying on my mom for transportation (because SURPRISE! my insurance doesn't cover a rental. Make sure you guys look into that for yourselves, I know I will be). Pie-less.
I saw my car today. Not nearly as bad as it could have been. But it's my brand new car. It's the car I used to go to all my concerts this summer (Kris and Adam and Allison and Ray and Rufus...) It was shiny and new and pretty. And it's mine. My independence. And it just cost me over $5000 worth of damage. Insurance covers most of it. Not all of it. And you know how those insurance rates work...
So right now I kind of feel like my independence is slipping away.
And I won't get it back for awhile. Something about ordering parts. Why can't they just magically appear?
It's not over. But at least I got my Kris Allen cd and Adam Lambert shirt I had left in the car back today.
I had a car accident this past weekend. I'm fine, the other person's fine. Nobody was hurt. The car was not fine. I didn't watch as they towed it off to the repair shop. Busy you know, things to do. So many little, annoying details.
Anyway my mom was out of town this weekend and I was watching my sister. And I had no car. I was trapped in my house. It's not like I would have likely gone anywhere. (Although, I did have a craving for some pie that could not be fulfilled)
It's a completely different story when you choose not to do something and when you have no option. It's....hard. I feel frustrated and worried and still a little freaked out. Having your car in the air with no control over it is not fun. No control. There we go. There's absolutely nothing I can do about what happened.
You think a minute here, a minute there. Walked a little slower. Not resisted the temptation of pizza. Who knows? Would it make a difference? Would it make things worse? I don't know.
All I know is that I'm stuck in my house. Relying on my mom for transportation (because SURPRISE! my insurance doesn't cover a rental. Make sure you guys look into that for yourselves, I know I will be). Pie-less.
I saw my car today. Not nearly as bad as it could have been. But it's my brand new car. It's the car I used to go to all my concerts this summer (Kris and Adam and Allison and Ray and Rufus...) It was shiny and new and pretty. And it's mine. My independence. And it just cost me over $5000 worth of damage. Insurance covers most of it. Not all of it. And you know how those insurance rates work...
So right now I kind of feel like my independence is slipping away.
And I won't get it back for awhile. Something about ordering parts. Why can't they just magically appear?
It's not over. But at least I got my Kris Allen cd and Adam Lambert shirt I had left in the car back today.