In July of 1999 I had a job that was about 25 miseable miles from my house. I liked the job ok but the commute sucked. I also hated my car. So I turned it in for a new one that I really did like - a bright red Ford Escort - simple and nice. Then, in September, a headhunter called and I quit my job and my commute and turned it in for a job across the street from my house. I now get into the car about twice a month or less.
Today I had to go across town for a meeting and after, as I pulled my car back into the garage, it turned 3,993 miles. Now I just hope that next time I get in it, I remember to watch it turn 4,000.
Today I had to go across town for a meeting and after, as I pulled my car back into the garage, it turned 3,993 miles. Now I just hope that next time I get in it, I remember to watch it turn 4,000.
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Date: 2002-06-10 06:22 pm (UTC)I mamanged to arrange my life so that I was always within walking distance of my office. I figured that I saved enough time that would otherwise have been wasted in traveling to justify retiring at 50. (which I did).
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Date: 2002-06-10 06:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-06-10 07:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-06-11 09:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-06-11 09:48 am (UTC)It would be cheaper for me to take cabs or busses or even join our car sharing deal we have here in Seattle. But, the one thing that I do love about having my car is the freedom to hop into it on a whim and go where I want to. The taxi option is closest to that whim goal but it still falls short. My car is my true luxury. Well, my house cleaner twice a month is my true luxury but my car is a close second.