Severed

It was a somber day of sorts. The lease on my Mazda was up and we took the more budget conscious option of returning the vehicle without replacing it. I knew the time was coming and I was not crazy about it but otherwise fine. Money's tight. It had to be done. I cleaned it up and I was doing okay. That is, until I had to remove my Spock's Beard and Frost* window clings. For whatever reason, at that precise moment, it hit me. I didn't love it as much as my Pacifica, but liked the car enough to lease it two years ago. Prepping it for inspection, though, I was sad. I'd grown attached to my little car and didn't even know it.

We could have kept it, but it didn't make fiscal sense, really. I drove it less than 500 miles a month. It would have been a difficult burden to bear. I just couldn't justify it. And now, for the first time in 15 years, we're a one car household again. It's temporary. Possibly very temporary. In the meantime, it's not like we don't have a perfectly good car. But, at least for now, it's weird. A whole lot of feeling stranded weird.

Nothing stuffing myself with pizza can't solve. Tonight, anyway.