Starting over

A few years ago, my comfortable life had taken on some pretty uncomfortable qualities - a boss I didn't like, a job where my best friend wasn't anymore, romantic disappointment, and a day to day existence that was in such a deep rut that I felt like I was in one of those slot canyons where that guy got stuck and had to cut off his own arm. Anyway, I decided that little bug in my ear was saying things I should start listening to, so I threw some options out into the universe to see what would happen.
This is what I imagine I looked like most days . . .

Long story short, I found a job and a nice place to live and was able to essentially pack up my life and move in approximately 12 days. I didn't know a soul in my new life, and looking back, I still am in awe at the spiritual hand holding that must have been happening for me to be able to pull it off. But lest you start to think too much of me, I promised myself a few things before I ventured out - one was that I would give it two years, and if I hated it, I could come home. The second was that if I did it, I could get a new car. Once I made it through the move, and got settled, I started researching what kind of new car I wanted to give myself. My research was very scientific - as I drove the freeways and roads of my new life, I started noticing which cars looked cool and finally settled on a Volvo S60.

I found a sweet car, and survived my first "dealership" car buying experience with the help of my new boyfriend Nate, and loved driving that little sporty car with its 2.4T (stands for Turbo) engine. However, when my boyfriend became my husband, he started telling me how he really felt about my cute little car and trying to fold his tall self into it. (And when I say fold, its kind of literal) I knew it was time to leave my little car behind though, when we tried to install the car seat, and we just had to keep moving that passenger seat closer and closer to the dash. Turns out that despite their safety ratings, Volvo S60's are not really made for families - unless whoever wants to ride in the front seat has no legs.

Yesterday, I said goodbye to my Volvo, and hello to our new (to us) Murano. The front and back seats are like sitting in first class on an airplane - leg room for miles! People with legs can sit in the front seat, and we are now a two-Nissan family. I loved the time I had with my sporty car, but life moves on and we will move with it - right into our first "family" car!