Yesterday I said goodbye to my Jetta and hello to a 2004 Vibe. As excited as I was to get the car, it was a little sad letting the Jetta go. When Brendan was thinking about getting the Jetta, I wasn't too enthused -- we were doing just fine as a one car household. So I gave him a list of things that I wanted: black, manual, sunroof etc. I didn't expect him to find the exact car, but he did. But now, with my shoulder on the fritz again, I can't really drive it. I was always terrified that when I shifted into 5th gear, my arm would just keep on going. The truck isn't exactly practical for my future use, either. So that meant replacing the Jetta with a car I could drive easily, had a nice backseat, and a hatchback.
I suppose though that just about anyone who has kids has to make this sort of adjustment. At least we didn't have to go the minivan route like my brother did. My father always laments trading in his Monte Carlo when I was born. I imagine it looked something like this. I know he had the swivel bucket seats. Ah well, the first of many sacrifices for the offspring.
