First things first – buying a car
I was very young when I got my first car. I was only 18 years old, and I got my car as a present for my birthday. It was a wish of mine since the age of 13.
When my parents actually bought me my first car, there was no one happier than me. It was a cute, little French car – Citroen C1 and it was red. I fell in love with it, and that car opened many opportunities for me. I could go from point A to point B in no time, I saved time, I didn’t stress about all the other people around me, I had a chance to be free, literally.
I was convinced, for many years, that I couldn’t function without my car. It was a nightmare just thinking about getting on a bus and paying a ticket to get to somewhere and then – walking. Oh, I dreaded walking.
My car was a part of me, an extension of my own body. I would trade even my computer or my smart phone just to keep my car.
It was my first love, after all.
The costs of having a car
As we all know – times are tough. And no one had the funds to tank my car, to repair it (if needed) or anything else that I needed money for in order to drive freely.
I had to get cash and lots of it. Because a car is like a new baby – you need to love it, take care of it and nurture and then you’ll get the best out of the whole experience.
Since it was a small town car, the expenses weren’t all that big, but for a high school graduate and a new student, I was barely making any money.
I estimated that my car cost me (over the course of four years I had it) about $10,000. And that’s just a rough estimation, really.
How to say goodbye?
I dreaded the idea of having to sell my car and I did anything that was in my power to keep it. But I just didn’t have the money to take care of my baby anymore. Just the cost of gas was way too high for me.
I had to make a decision — to sell it or to keep it and work only to fuel my car? The decision was obvious, but it wasn’t an easy one.
On March 4, 2013, I decided that I need to sell it. I was pretty down at that time, because I was convinced that my life will stop if I sell my car (silly me).
I put my car on an online ad site and waited for that call, the call that will tell me that my car wasn’t mine anymore.
The call, of course, came. Because I was selling it pretty cheap, but not too cheap.
A girl called me and said that she was interested in buying my car. We met in town and I showed her my car. I could see that she fell in love with that little car, almost as much as I did four years ago.
She instantly said that she wanted to buy it. I knew that she would take good care of my car. My first car. You never forget the “first ones”, right?
I was lost. I felt like I had to rebuilt my life all over again. It was a total nightmare. But I had to do it, no one else would do it for me.
After three months of adapting to a new lifestyle, I realized that my life was getting better. How? I had a lot more money to spend on myself. I had to manage my time better and I was feeling ever more free then ever before.
I started walking again. And my health improved so much. So, now, I can say that I’m a richer person — in money and in health. I would never, ever recommend someone to buy a car. It’s tough without a car, but at the same time – it’s so much easier.
Will I buy a new car?
Eventually, I will. But not now. When I have a family I think. Children, especially. Getting a car at such a young age has cost me much more then my money. It has given me much more responsibility and fear of how am I going to earn money to fuel my car (and that’s just an example).
I will always remember my first car, my first love. But I am happy the way I am now, and I know that everything happens for a reason. I had to sell it and that’s fine.
All in all – selling your car is the best thing that you could do for your health and your money, trust me. The “pain” goes away eventually and you’re left with a full wallet and a six-pack. Not that bad, right?