{Los Angeles, circa 2005}
When we were in California, we spent some time in a rental car and it reminded me: There is one other thing besides the settee–of the things we sold before packing up and moving across the country–that I miss. My car. I absolutely love that we don’t need one here and count my lucky stars that we both walk to work (and nearly everywhere else) every day, but both Aron and I occasionally wax poetic about the good ol’ days of car ownership. Yep, crazy, I know. I just learned that my beloved little Jetta was totaled by its most recent owner–who is, most importantly, just fine. Oh, little car with those wonderful seat-warmers: it’s like I’ve lost you all over again.
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