I always dreamed of having my own car, and I thought that the aforementioned would fulfill itself quite soon after I passed my G2 exam. But life has a funny way of springing twists and turns on you; or rather, in my case, goals and aspirations end up changing with a snap of a finger.
For as long as I could ever remember, my parents promised me that they would buy me my very own car when I earned that rite of passage. So when I walked out of the driving center with temporary G1 license in hand, I excitedly and immediately started researching the perfect first car and the associative price of new cars. But all that research never really amounted to anything when my G2 came in the mail in September, and the promise of a car was left untouched.
I didn’t really begin driving immediately after earning the license to drive on my own. Our turquoise Chevrolet was on its last legs; the final straw was when the car could not longer reverse when gear was shifted in place and ended up slowly rolling while parked facing downhill. The car was replaced by a leased Chevrolet Cobalt that was to be shared, in which I usually took my time on the weekends and had the rookie mistakes to show for it.
The unfulfilled promise of having a car to call my own was always meant to come to fruition, as my parents would later explain, had I continued with the plan that I would stay in Canada for my post-secondary studies. But somewhere along the way, I decided that I wanted to pursue my studies in the States, which was completely unforeseen. With that said, there had to be changes made accordingly to how things would unfold. After all, what good was it having two cars if only two family members drove, and one of whom was leaving the city for four years? In any case, though, when I think about it now, I did in fact trade up from having that first car: I wound up having an adventure to call my own.
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