This is totally M and P SIMS…
Today, in the mail, I received the title to my car. Along with the original lease papers with a big fat red PAID stamp.
I OWN MY CAR!
The lease says:
Vehicle Owner: Rasa
(Ok, so it doesn’t really say Rasa, it says my full legal name but you get the picture.)
It’s MINE! I know I know, I now own a 7 year old VW Golf, but hey. It’s MY VeeDub and I love it.
I’m not quite sure why I’m so geeked about this, but I did a happy dance and giggled like a little girl for a good 10 minutes or so.
I guess it’s just the feeling of “Hey, I finished something I started!” or “Hey, that was a lot of money. I paid it off!” And definitely “Hey! I don’t have to make that monthly payment anymore!”
Plus, I have an irrational emotional attachment to it. My car is the first (and only, still, come to think of it) “big purchase” I’ve ever made. When I graduated college I got a job that was somewhat of a commute, and my old car (an '84 Olds Calais that was more primer than blue) was on its last legs. My car was my graduation gift to myself. I put $800 down and signed a three year lease the day after I graduated. Three years seemed like such a long time then.
My Golf has carried me safely over 50,000 miles, and taken me cross-country twice. It carried me to college and back every day for a couple years when I lived off campus. It brought me to CT and NYC more weekends than I can count, and safely back in time for work on Monday mornings. It took me to NH and VT and ME and just about every state in between. It made it through the Sierras in the winter, and the desert in the summer. When I decided to move back East from CA, it took me home.
I shall celebrate by bringing it to my friend’s sister’s Girl Scouts car wash this weekend. Do a good deed and get a clean car. Woo!
It’s not just me, right? There are others out there that got this giddy and excited about paying off their USED car, right? Please say yes. Eh, even if I am a freak, I don’t care. I OWN MY CAR!