lizziebelle

Every once in a while, I'll click on a random tag to see what I've posted in the past. Today it was "winter." And I noticed/remembered that I used to call my old apartment "The Batcave." It was sort of cave-like, being on ground level and lacking much light.

This apartment is pretty much the opposite of that. It's on the second floor, and full of light. Not cave-like at all. What to call it? Aerie? Rookery? I'll have to think on that.

I got a call from the dealer today, and he said they got another Santa Fe in that's the same year and color, but with fewer miles and heated seats. OMG, I've said for ages that I want my next vehicle to have heated seats! When you live in New England, that's a very nice thing to have. So he offered to come pick me up at work so I could drive it, and I took him up on it.

It's very nice, as nice as the other one, but without the stuck brake problem. And it has a sunroof, too! I'm pretty sure I'm going to get it, but I want to get the opinion of someone who knows cars, so I'm waiting before I sign anything.

But it's getting sort of exciting now, instead of daunting. It's been 14 years since I bought a car, and I'd forgotten that it could be fun. I'm looking forward to going out on the road and not worrying about the car breaking down or something. It's been a while since I've had complete confidence in my vehicle.

I cleaned out the Elantra yesterday, took everything out of her except for the manuals in the glove box, and suddenly she doesn't feel like she's mine anymore. It's a weird feeling.