So today was a happy day: I finally brought my car from Friendswood, Texas to New Orleans. It was a long drive, and very arduous, but totally worth it. My friend came with me and I dropped her off at her house on the West Bank before I came back to Tulane. And as I drove away from the West Bank, on the i-10 bridge over the Mississippi, I couldn’t help but think about what having a car means: freedom.
I felt like I was 17 all over again, when I first actually got to be a primary driver on my dad’s car. It was exhilirating, thinking about the possibilities. And not that I’m going to drive into the sunset or anything, but it is nice thinking about it. It’s great to have in emergencies, great to take downtown for my upcoming job, and wonderful for doing groceries. It makes life a lot easier as I can do things on my time, and not on others’. I don’t have to depend on anybody to give me a ride, or pick me up, or take me someplace like Walmart. Walmart is now just one short drive away . . . as is everything else.
But then as I thought further, I thought about how many times I’m actually going to go off to Walmart or anywhere else with my car. The reality? Probably only when I really need to . . . . once a week or so. I don’t see myself suddenly eating off campus every night or shopping every day. I see myself usually it practically and frugally. So the best part of having a car is not the actuality . . . but just the idea of having one!!!
This is sort of what my car looks like, except it is beige!
I felt like I was 17 all over again, when I first actually got to be a primary driver on my dad’s car. It was exhilirating, thinking about the possibilities. And not that I’m going to drive into the sunset or anything, but it is nice thinking about it. It’s great to have in emergencies, great to take downtown for my upcoming job, and wonderful for doing groceries. It makes life a lot easier as I can do things on my time, and not on others’. I don’t have to depend on anybody to give me a ride, or pick me up, or take me someplace like Walmart. Walmart is now just one short drive away . . . as is everything else.
But then as I thought further, I thought about how many times I’m actually going to go off to Walmart or anywhere else with my car. The reality? Probably only when I really need to . . . . once a week or so. I don’t see myself suddenly eating off campus every night or shopping every day. I see myself usually it practically and frugally. So the best part of having a car is not the actuality . . . but just the idea of having one!!!
