So it seems that everytime something big happens in my life, something happens to my car.
I bought my old one shortly before my original stint in prep cooking.
I finished paying it off shortly before I started at Mark Maker
I replaced the brakes the first time shortly before moving into Matt's
I got the mirror fixed after having it be held on by electricians tape shortly before moving in with my sister.
The brakes got fixed a second time shortly before moving in with Zigs.*
and now it stopped working on the cusp of my final year of school**
Funny now things worked.
On the bright side, I found a new car yesterday. A Friend of my mom's works with a used car company. Kind of like a middle man. He finds customers to buy cars from the used lot. And then he's the ones who tracks down the "perfect" car for the customers. We've gotten my last car, my sisters last 2, and my mom's last 2 through him. So I trust him
The downside to all this is in light of not having a full time job I have to move back home. On the one hand I'm bummed cause I like living with Zigs. But on the other hand I think its kind of a good move. I get to focus more on school now, and less on worrying about rent or utilities.
And due to not having to buy my own I get to worry less about the cost of groceries (well kinda) and more on cooking.
I love to cook. I'm discovering its seems to sooth me and put me in a good mood.
Even when I was line cooking at Carrabba's or New Holland and even getting my ass handed to me at Graydon's it seemed all my worries went away.
I like cooking, I like learning about different cuisines, I like eating, I hope to be able to travel in the future. I just like having something I feel good about.
And despite sucking at it, I love writing about it.
So here's to a new car.
Here's to the beginning of a new chapter in life
Here's to eating
and here's to writing
* I'm not sure if those things happend exactly around those times. But I like to think they did
** I still claim my car didn't die. For some reason it didn't start. The good samaritan who tried to help me jump it used to be a mechanic and checked what he could out (considering he didn't have any tools) and theorized it could've been either the ignition fuses or the starter. Considering that my entire rear axel and shocks were well....shot, it totally wasn't worth it to get fixed. Figures. Hope the new car can last as long
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