I've went two long years at SMU without a car, and it was doable...but I'd never do it again. Having a vehicle signifies freedom, and I like that way more. It's not the fact that there are so many places I have to go. I'm 20, careerless, and my "job" is to keep my grades on-track and not waste my parent's money. Point.Accepted. It's that I can if I want to. A car, to me, makes dreams come true. All those places that were previously out-of-reach when you were sitting in your room, bored to tears, are now available with a fill-up at a gas station. Hungry? Go eat. Need to buy something? Go get it. Emergency? Go take care of it.
A car's really something. I almost don't know how to handle it...the freedom, I mean...
It's funny that everyone seems to forget to acknowledge "Their First Car." You hear your parents talk about "firsts" but the car doesn't come up until last, if at all.
(Disclaimer: This could just be my family)
Maybe everyone should log the feeling because it's amazing. I consider this a milestone: There's the days before you had a car and the days after.
The car was the last piece of the puzzle that I was missing, and I won't take it for granted. The days when I was car-less and begging aren't that far behind me, and my folks will be sure to remind me of that...
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