Right now, my old car is sitting in my driveway. The plates are off the car, and I'll soon be signing the paperwork needed to transfer the title to DCD. Although I don't intend to clean out the car completely, I will take most of the next week to gradually get the rest of my crap out of the car, so that DCD can vacuum it out at his leisure.
I'll miss this car. But I like the car I'm driving now. It has quite a few miles before it gets mechanically old. That's a good thing, as I don't want to have the car die on the road while I'm presenting as Marian. (This happened with my PT Cruiser after 120k miles, and I didn't think it worth while to install a new transmission on a car that was worn out.)
In certain ways, a new car is like a new life. Given that I have bloomed because I am out as Marian, I wanted a car that reflected my risk adverse nature and a car which I could enter and exit in a lady like fashion. My new car allows me to do that.
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