One of my roommates (Lindsay) is in Guam for the summer, doing an internship with the U.S. Attorney's office. She left her car with me. I was pretty excited to be able to do some of the things I can't normally do. But within 24 hours of dropping her off at the airport, I remembered many of the reasons why I'm happy not to have a car:
1. Came out of the temple, after a long day of working, and the car was dead. I'd left the lights on, so just needed a jump start. But still, worrying about a car functioning is not something I miss. Ever.
2. Driving home: Impatience in my heart (and sometimes head and mouth) abound while I'm driving. They don't when I'm public transporting. Maybe because of the perceived amount of control I have other things, or maybe because I plan more time for PT, or--quite possibly--because with the PT option, I see the fellow human beings and feel love for them. Cars are not objects that inspire love.
3. Next morning I filled up the car with gas. I haven't watched gas prices in over a year--and that's another thing I haven't missed. At all. But because of that, I was shocked at what that little machine said. I just spent an entire month's bus and train pass on gas. Gas that won't last a month.
Sigh.
It only makes it worth it because there are several things I've been able to do for other people that I couldn't have done otherwise. So, I'll enjoy that part for now and try ignore the other parts. Oh, except the patience. I'll work on that part.
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Putting gas in my car makes me want to cry. Seriously. It's a budget killer.
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