American Glass Paintings

Oh how I like. These are from New Orleans St. Louis Cathedral.

Don't stop me now

Three years ago I realized that in order to do some extra shifts as a doctor I desperately needed wheels. The Internet was full of alternatives and I was puzzled. Finally dad offered his help and before I knew it I was the proud owner of a beautiful Toyota. (Though I didn't really own it. I owned a long payment deal, but that's not the point.)

I loved that car! It meant freedom. I could go and do what I wanted. A whole new world opened. 

Gradually that car became natural part of my life. I used it everyday. On holidays I did amazing road trips. I've eaten and slept in it. Used it as a dump or a closet. Done my make-up and changed outfits. And music. There is nothing like driving your car on a summer night listening to your favourite band. 

And that car never failed. I always got home safe. Not once did it break down.

Here comes the but.

I started to wonder what it would be like to live without a car. I was surprised how hooked I had become. Even with more eco friendly alternatives to make a trip again and again I ended up on taking the car. I gained weight. And then there's the money issue with taxes, insurances etc.

Last August I said it out loud. "I'm thinking of selling my car."

For the last few weeks I've been cycling to work. It's not always pleasant, but I've enjoyed it anyway. A whole new home town has opened to me with the public transport and calling a cab is quite normal. I can't believe how easy it feels - a transition of this magnitude. (Though snow and cold cold winter are coming so regrets are likely.)

I'm not saying that I'll never buy another car. But this kind of change is refreshing.

All the leaves are brown

Thank you Lord for colouring this chilly time of year.