I used to drive a 1992 Toyota Camry. Only two of the windows rolled down because my dad decided that rather than fixing the windows that fell, he would bolt one shut, and duct tape the other. The air conditioning never worked, and with only two windows able to roll down, it was always stuffy and never a comfortable drive. Anyone riding in the car would get pretty grumpy (especially because the front passenger window was the bolted one) and sweaty by the time we got to the nearest corner. It smelled like gasoline when it started and I'm pretty sure a little elf was stealing window washer fluid because it never seemed to have any. But if I was lucky and the little elf DIDN'T steal that fluid, it didn't matter because the wiper blades were so bad that they were literally (I mean LITERALLY) flapping in the wind. Try using them and the dirt on the windshield only got smeared around to the point you couldn't see. All those little things didn't seem so bad, especially since the car was free, but boy oh boy, I wished every morning on my way to work that I could drive something else. Something better. About a month ago on my way to work, I got pulled over (my very first time). As I pulled away from the curb, my eyes burned with tears of frustration. I didn't get pulled over because I was speeding, and I didn't get pulled over for running a red light. No, I got pulled over for driving a p.o.s. car and had the ticket to prove it. I needed to fix my brake light (add THAT to the list, thank you very much). Fast forward to the end of the day driving West into the sun to get back home: I pulled the lever to wash my dirty windshield. Nothing came out and the smeared dirt was worse than before. Forget going home. Forget dinner. I drove straight to the Toyota dealership. "I need wiper blades," I told the guy that greeted me. "Oh, and I'm looking into leasing a car. What can you offer me?" Well, he was more than happy to show me around and 3 hours later (man, it takes a LONG time to take care of this process) I drove off the Toyota lot with a brand spanking new 2010 Rav4 with 24 miles on it.
Nevermind that I'm getting married and moving out of the country in 10 months, I wasn't about to drive that other car one more day while I'm still here. I'll figure out the details of ending my lease another time, right now I'm enjoying my air conditioning, my windows that go down, my perfect brake lights, my cd player (what a luxury!), and my adorable new car in general.
And so, driving home from work I see tons of "Apartment For Rent" signs, which only get me wishing to move out on my own. Uh oh. That, unfortunately, should definitely NOT be wished for or quite honestly even THOUGHT about right now. While I could technically afford it right now, Stian and I can't afford something like that later, especially when all that would-be rent money needs to go into a savings account so that we make ends meet for the time when I won't be working during the visa processing hoopla. But that little spontaneity bug keeps burrowing deeper and deeper into my thoughts, invading them all, all the time.
Must. Redirect. To something nothing to do with money, hopefully.
Although, little spontaneity bug, you have helped me get places I never thought I would be (for example, marrying a Norwegian guy, moving to Norway, and trying out a brand new place without much thought...). That little spontaneity bug is part of me, and always will be. It makes me who I am...and honestly, I certainly like having such a fun little thing spicing up my life.