Today, I have a broken vehicle.
My car won't start. I don't know why, but I can't get it fixed until Monday. I never realised how much I rely on my car until that freedom was taken away from me.
I can survive without transport for a weekend, of course. It's not a dire situation, and I spent plenty of years without my own car to drive. If I needed to get somewhere, I could call a cab, take a bus or get a lift from someone else.
There's nowhere I absolutely have to be. There are plans I had made which are better re-arranged rather than trying to sort travel, now that don't have the means to drive there. It's okay, it's not much of a problem and I have plenty of things to keep me occupied at home and nearby. I have been for a walk; I have a small selection of shops within walking distance, if necessary. Sometimes, it's nice to have a reason to relax at home, sort some chores, read, cook, watch. Really, it's not much of an issue at all.
However, it is a bit rubbish. I had plans.
Flitterbox: Dire Straits ~ Walk of Life
Flitterbook: The State We're In ~ Adele Parks
Now that I have a car I spend all my time freaked out that it's going to break and my freedom is going to be taken away from me.
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