After the non-stop, pouring rain on Saturday, we had four days of clear and beautiful, if cold, weather. So naturally, yesterday, the day I had an unexpected opportunity for a second get together with Heather, it rained all afternoon and evening. Once again, I did not care. I would drive through hell and – well, I practically did drive through high water – to get to her.
Heather had an early dinner with her family, and then I picked her up for another movie and dessert! We went to see No Strings Attached, which was a cute movie. And then we hung out at Cheesecake Factory for a little while, and ate pizza. Ha! Just kidding. We had Cheesecake, of course! I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I LOOOOVE cheesecake!
I drove home in the rain, white knuckling the steering wheel most of the way. When I got home I pulled something very exciting out of my mail box, before running up the stairs and out of the rain. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a day or two for that story. Sorry.
Something happened on the way home, though, something that, while it shouldn’t, sort of changes the way I feel about my car:
This is the first brand new car I’ve ever owned. Before this, the newest car I had owned was my 2000 Nissan Altima which had just over 18,000 miles on it when I bought it, so there was something about having four digits on the odometer that was special, something that maintained it feeling like a new car.
It’s still a nice car. It’s still get’s great gas mileage. I’m still very happy to have it. I still don’t regret my decision to buy it. But now? Now that it has 10,000 miles on it? It doesn’t feel new any more. It doesn’t feel quite so special.
It’s a little sad. (But I still a great evening!)