New car, new me?

Two years ago I was a junior in college driving a 1994 Jeep Cherokee with more rust than paint and unsure of the future. One of those things has changed.

When my trusty Jeep (affectionately named Cletus) got to the point that I could no longer drive it back and forth from Knoxville to Roanoke, I knew it was time I reach out to my parents to brainstorm solutions to my car problems. Rather than pour another dollar into my Jeep, they decided to dip into their hard-earned savings to buy me a pre-owned 2003 Volkswagen Passat off of Craigslist.

With a new car came a symbolic new chapter of adulthood. That summer I went to Bonnaroo for the first time, turned twenty-one, went to clubs, and began to seriously think about dating for the first time since high school. I was a mess, I tried hard to meet the wrong guys in the wrong places— taking drinks and dancing with strangers to feel wanted. Much to my then frustration, I was unsuccessful (however now I’m thankful for my failure).

Within a year of getting that new car, I started a serious relationship, failed college, moved into a my first apartment, adopted a dog and a cat, and became a car salesmen. Whew. Life got weird, fast. However, for the first time in my life I have a semblance of control. Gone are the days of depending on my parents and living under the structure of a strict Christian college campus. Here are the days of wine, Netflix nights at home with my boyfriend, and bills.

Of course, with every new chapter comes a new car (at least in my case). Last week, I signed a lease on a 2017 Subaru Crosstrek and I can’t wait to see where I am in life at the end of the next 36 months.

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