the half-way reset button

Yesterday was such a whirlwind of a day. The first half was torture and literally pure, indescribably agony. The second was spent all day at car lots with my folks, trying to find a car. We finally did, and after about six hours, we agreed on the price and finished all the paper work. I hate that I am thirty-one and have to have my folks help me out (who can’t afford to either). My insurance covered half, and they covered the other. I got a 2007 Suzuki Forenza. It only has 38,000 miles (and it was one of the most affordable ones we saw). For only $8,000 (after mom bargained them down—you should see her, she is fearless!). We’ll see if there is a catch somewhere. However, for now, I feel like I have a brand new car, with a little hail damage. It is nicer than what I ever thought I would have again, although I know most people will look at it and tilt their noses, but I love it! Plus, while it seems like all used cars are either red or white (both of which I detest!), this one was black. So, Yay! It felt like sort of a new beginning. I don’t have the man I love and want to spend my life with, and the car isn’t a brown Mini Cooper. However, I have a life that has experienced a love most people don’t get to have, a new little black car (named Bane—bonus love if you can tell me where I got that name) that I love, a editor-in-chief looking at my book, fantastic friends, wonderful family, and a gorgeous new nephew. Through the pain, there is beauty, and reasons to be thankful!