I remember this one time when my old car pulled up next to me at a light. My red hybrid Camry looked ok for its age. Bumper a bit scratched and I wondered if it rode as well as it did for the five years I drove it. Nostalgia hit me like a sudden life movie began playing.
Where was I when I drove that car? Who was I when I bought it?
I was striving to be someone more than I was at the time. The car wasn’t my answer to that, I just wanted the car for practical reasons,