Cars

Now that I suddenly have free time, one would I assume I'm doing extremely productive and beneficial things. Hours that were previously spent simply making money have now been replaced by... well.... wandering around parking structures? Granted, this was time well spent because eventually I did find my car. Albeit it was on the fourth floor, after I spent twenty minutes scouring every square inch of the third. I would have sworn I only went up to level three. bygones.
Anyway, this little exercise (perhaps it could even be considered cardio, as my heart rate did increase) would have previously put me into a tailspin due to the waste of a precious 20 minutes of free time.. and yet now I was calm, and simply relieved to find my dirty car.
Which brought about a whole new mission for this sunny Tuesday. A car wash! Isn't that what normal people do? Ya know, not drive around with an inch and a half of grime...
I was planning on getting a new car this month... In my state of career depression I decided to reward myself with material posessions. I've had the same car since I turned 16, and while it is pretty much the most dependable thing in my life.. problem free, and still somewhat sporty.. I was going to throw it all away for...*gasp* A convertable!
Because according to a former co-worker, they're not just a car, but a way of life. And I figured my way of life could use an upgrade, and since I never got to see the sun during the week... having the top down might make my beloved weekends that much sweeter.
Quitting my job also meant throwing out the whole new car fantasy. Honestly though, I'm completely ok with that. I'll get a new car some day. Maybe even a convertable, depending on where I'm at in the life plan. A convertable, along with being a way of life, is the perfect car for your twenties. It is not a car I would ever have once I want to start a family, so we'll see... which comes first, a convertable or a family. (Don't worry folks!! There will be no families in the immediate future... Or marriages for that matter, for least a year or two!)
So anyway, the car is now washed & found.. and the rest of my day shall be spent cleaning and preparing for the boy friend to finish work...
This is true luxury... and believe me, I'm not taking it for granted. I know it wont last long, as soon I'll have to snap out of the whole "recovery" phase and actually get another job.. but for now, I'm loving it.