My Car In Gone

Yesterday, I handed my car over to my dad. I loved my car. It was a Toyota convertible, and I personally put a good 100,000 miles on it over the past few years. It was reliable and looked great. Now, for the first time in more years than I can fathom, I am car-less. Ironically, I am not the least bit upset by this. Dad needed a car, and I will not need mine for 2 years. Without regular maintenance, it would simply rot away while I was gone. At least this way, I know it is being used, and helping Dad, too. This is also one more step toward my departure for the Peace Corps. I have liquidated pretty much anything I had, and my car was the last step. When I return to Charleston next week, my friend is letting me borrow his extra car until I leave, so at least I can get around and possibly work a bit before leaving. In all, things are moving along nicely. I have been joking with friends and family that I am homeless, unemployed and car-less, and yet I have never felt wealthi