I officially own my first car. Party!
That's ye olde title, with the loan paid in full. "Officially" owning my car doesn't have quite the pizzazz of when you first drive a car off the lot - "owning" it even though you don't really own it - but I'm pretty excited. Although the car payments weren't large or anything, it just feels good to have that done with, to have zero debt, and just freakin' own my own vehicle. She still doesn't even have 30,000 miles on her. She's like a baby. *sniff* I remember when her odometer had just 20 miles on it.
Ahh, memories.
(Also, don't let that link imply that I like "Cats." I fucking hate "Cats." I just needed to let you in on how I was imagining it in my head.)
Another adult milepost to check off your list.
ReplyDeleteI know, I was actually thinking the same thing the other day. Only a few more of those left!
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