Good read. I sold my first car and went carless for approximately four years. My mother didn’t think I’d last four days, never mind all the holidays. I was actually surprised that I didn’t care about having a car during that time, primarily because of the neighborhood I lived in. There were nearby restaurants and grocery stores and shopping centers that I could walk to. My bigger problem was that I actually like to drive. I’m the person people would invite on a road trip because they know I’ll jump in the driver’s seat. I’m the person who there is a 99.99% chance will never get a self-driving car because I’ll think it’s doing everything “all wrong.” I’m the person who is smug about being such a good parallel driver. But with that said, 12 years later, I still don’t have more than 60,000 miles on my car. As much as I love to drive, those four years of walking everywhere are stuck in my brain. And I’m determined to get my 10,000 steps in whenever I can. On a separate note, I did find dating men without cars extremely frustrating because at least two or three mistook me for a taxi cab in my 20s. In my 30s, dating one guy who sold his car was no big deal. He loved Uber! Problem is he kept using my account and took me from a five-star rating down to a three-star rating. Call me superficial, but that annoyed me more than the taxi cab boyfriends.

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