The Adult Thing
I have a car and I am exhausted. Partly, there’s always the nagging suspicion I might have done the wrong thing. I suppose second guessing is just in my nature. Then there was the stress of simply buying the durn thing. It takes an emotional toll. Finally, there was the wrestling with insurance and dealing with the rent car that toted me around while I looked for a new vehicle. Lots of t’s to cross and i’s to dot.
In the end, I suppose I should simply be grateful I had the resources to deal with it at all. Insurance, credit, access to money. It might feel at times that I’m living on the edge, but I know in my heart I’m a decent distance away as long as the economy continues in a relatively stable manner. I have no idea what would happen if something like another Great Depression paid a visit, but that’s a bridge to cross if and when it comes.
In the meantime, I can spend my days learning how the new car works and try to set it up to keep it clean, well maintained, and as distraction free as possible. The latter will be the biggest test because there’s a lot to look at on the dash, and looking at it at 70 mph might be a bad idea. A smart phone can be a great tool, but in a car it's like having a three-year old constantly tugging on your sleeve and yelling, “Dad, dad, dad.” But I’m an adult, so it’s probably time to do some adulting.