I could care less about the price of gas now....

Yes, you read that right. After seven years of being a member in the "I think gas is ridiculously overpriced" club, I have traded in (or in my case, sold) the keys to my car in exchange for living a life that depends solely on public transportation and the kindness of people who have cars. This morning I sold my car, further cementing the notion that I really am moving to Spain. Somedays I wake up and ask if it is really happening. Well, it really is. Otherwise, I'll be stuck with a plane ticket and without means of transportation....The funny thing is that when I first bought this car, I hated it. I hated it because it wasn't my car. If it weren't for the idiot who rear-ended me and totaled my car five years ago because he spit gum out the window, I'd probably still be driving my beloved white Malibu. (Mind you, I would have also had car payments up until last year....) But now that my little Mystique is in the hands of somebody else, I have to admit I'm sad. My car was the one thing I had to let go of permanently. Yes, I'm leaving friends and family behind, but they will always be there for me and I can always communicate with them, despite the distance. But my car was the one thing that will never be replaced. Yes, I will eventually get my BMW 750 that I have been lusting after for the past three years, but it will never be THAT car. My car represented different characteristics of my life here - stability, dependability. The inside of my car represented my life too - it was a mess - a mumbo jumbo of miscellaneous pieces of my life, but all of these pieces came together and I knew exactly what each piece meant. My car was like my life here - although it was messy, it was stable, dependable, and predictable. And in the blink of an eye it was all gone...