I am seeing things from a whole new perspective these days. Where once I sat high above it all, I am now knocked down to size, peering out my window, straining to see around me.
My circumstances are not the result of a lost job or some tragic disaster, thank goodness.
No, I have traded in my big, beautiful Suburban in favor of a mid-sized sedan. And what followed has been a wholly unexpected experience in humility.
When I drove off the lot, I have to admit, I felt like a giant load had been lifted from my shoulders. No longer would I have to worry about squeezing into parking spots, or climbing up into my too-high seat. The days of my coffee splashing as I bounced and bungled along in a monster truck were over.
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I traded in a mini van for a medium sedan. Who can beat getting 30 mpg? I was overwhelmed with the size change at first; I felt like I was sitting on the ground in the midst of giants. Many of my friends are SUV drivers with the attitude that people will get out of their way because of their mass. They rarely use all the space but pay for it anyway, while I often have my husband and three kids and their school stuff carefully packed into the car. I like not thinking about the expense to drive to Temecula or San Diego on a whim, and not using up all my dinner $ to get there. My husband even folds up his 6’7″ frame and borrows my car because of the gas mileage. Who knew how much more less could be?