I have been without a vehicle for over two years—until this week, when I finally took delivery of a 2000 Ford Ranger pickup. And I bought the truck entirely with my own funds; no donations were used.
After such a long time, I hardly know how to behave. You would think I would be partaking in an orgy of driving, but except for a half-day visiting a friend, showering, and doing my laundry, the truck has remained parked in the circular drive in front of the house. Habits die hard.
The feeling of emancipation is exhilarating. Maybe this afternoon I will drive down to the highway to see if I have received any mail in the last week. I’m also about to run out of paper coffee filters.
Pinch me and let’s see if this is real.
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