by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
I am not a soccer mom. In fact, I'm not a mom at all, but I bought my third minivan. I love them. Lots of cargo space for junking, comfort, and good visibility. Mr. L took possession of the old minivan, so my beloved Baby Blue (its color) is sill in the family, and is still the car of choice to drive--for both of us.
During the weekend, Superstorm Sandy reared her ugly head. Friends from Rochester were also attending the conference and were scheduled to leave on the Monday--just when Sandy was due to strike. (Yes, their flights were canceled.) So I invited them drive home with us. Unfortunately, Baby Blue doesn't have the best backseat configuration. Some design engineer must have thought that only small children would ever be sitting back there. My one pal gets carsick, so we traded seats and I sat in back, while my other friend, with the bad knee, needed as much legroom as possible. And there sure wasn't much. Of course, there was PLENTY of legroom in the new van, which was snuggled in our garage back home.
Meanwhile, I have only driven the new car 5-6 times, and 3 of those times was to the grocery store. I've put about 100 miles on the car in a month. At this rate, I won't have to buy gas until New Year's.
What's the problem? I don't feel comfortable in the new car. I'm not sure I like it, although it's got everything I thought I wanted in a car. (Especially the stow-and-go-seats.) I suppose I'll eventually get used to it, but I miss my old car. And since she's right there in the garage (although not in her old spot), she's still ready, willing and able to take me wherever I want to go. (Albeit on Mr. L's gas.)
Has that ever happened to you? What can I do to get used to this big change in my life?