A "New" Car.

I feel like I have a pretty good life. I just married a man who, for 3 and a half years has been my lover, my friend, my confidante, my support, and for the last couple years, the wonderful father of our feisty 2 year old daughter. (Anyone with a two year old knows how difficult it can be to find an appropriate adjective for their toddler without sounding like a bad mother- I think feisty works). I joke about Micaela's "terribleness" but she's a wonderful little girl who certainly keeps us on our toes and I love being her mom.

This summer we bought our first home. It's a small, 3 bedroom home that's a 2 minute drive from the beach. It's 30 km out of town, mind you, but we love it.

I am in school, learning to be a teacher, and will have this second degree in 8 months.

Exhausting, yes, but it's all going to be very worth it.



So, like I said, I feel like I have a good life.

So, this week, when my husband brought me home a "new" car, I felt over the moon. Now, the reason I put new in quotations is this car is 13 years old. It's a '97 Nissan, but I love it just the same. The reason for this purchase is because (for the 4th time in my life) I wrote my learner's test the other day. But, my husband drives a standard, and that's just a little too much for me to try to learn right now, so he bought me a little automatic. Now, I just need to take my road test and I'll be able to legally drive my daughter to the babysitter's on the way to school.

I realize that most people do this as 16, and I missed the boat by about 10 years, but at least I'm getting on :)