
Note written in the after visit notes, “…seems likely that she was not able to celebrate the success of this big purchase as much as might be useful.”
The day I drove away from the dealership, I felt quiet with a mood as drippy as the subtle rain. I was glad I didn’t need to use the wipers. I had only learned the right lever a few hours before. The sappy mood may merely meant I was severely tired after the three hour process of talk and paperwork. Maybe an anti-climactic feeling present? I was being turned loose with a single key and Escape. Then the some what unimportant thought: wanting a new, special key chain interrupted. Especially how the new keychain needed to be exactly right, feel right, look right, be mine. Immediately criticism for being sentimental and focusing on the least important thing of owning a new car.
I was making a head list of everything that needed to happen next:
- Call apartment manager for parking permit hang tag and garage door opener and pay the opener deposit
- Arrange parking payment
- Sit with owner’s manual: learn the most important controls before needed
- Finalize Princeton Club membership length (1 or 2 years)
- Make first visit to the resistance pool
- Determine the go and go and go plan
- Know Escape is free of any Focus baggage, but ownership responsibility seems bigger/different
- Calculate degrees of scared about handling the “next”
I knew I wasn’t in big purchase bliss.








