The whole process of buying a car reminds me of how blessed I am. I don't even remember searching for my car because my dad did it for me. He did all of the research, contacted the seller, and made all the negotiations, not to mention, he found me a great car that was only gently used! My dad is the best.
I am also so blessed because my parents paid for half of my car, leaving me with taking out only $6,000 in loans, which yo girl paid off last fall!!!! Whoo hoo! Now this car is officially mine - not the banks.
She's gone through quite a bit with me - I've had some memorable conversations in there, shed a few tears, blasted music, and gone on quite a few fishing trips. She even went through a hail storm beating, which she survived with a few minor bruises.
It's strange to sound so sentimental about an object, but really, she represents many things to me - adulting and the love of my parents. I hope I can keep her for as long as I can!
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