Apparently we grossly overestimate the length of the effect of misfortune in our lives and we eventually learn that one person’s crisis is another person’s walk in the park…or is it that every cloud has a silver lining?
The funny thing is that I almost forget the discomfort of shopping for our car, in fact looking back now I vaguely remember the frustration. But what I do remember were the endearments…the engaging grandpa from Fiji, the amazing snowfall that crippled us and the city within minutes, the shared laughs about salesman’s idiosyncrasies, and playing hangman by the faux fire in the restaurant we warmed up in.
And in the be careful what you wish for category, yes we now have two cars, two sets of gas bills, two sets of washer fluid jugs, extra keys on our key chains, endless shuffling and discussion about ‘who gets to park in the garage’ and have control over the godly door opener. Should the newer (thus perceived “nicer”) car get the protection from the elements? or does the older car deserve it because the heater doesn’t work (thus takes longer to warm up when parked outside on those cold mornings)? I think we might have settled that one, and despite the problems we thought having a second car would solve, it has somehow created issues we did not fully perceive.
… so for those eager to know what we finally bought? A 2000 Ford Focus, 4cyl, high kms, well maintained and in good shape, but now in need of a wash.
