So you remember the tragic end of Baby Beluga, right? When I said that Frank and I were going to be carless for a while?
It turns out I spoke too soon. My parents were able to lend Frank a car for a week, but my little sister uses that car to get to school, and she needed it back after spring break. And then it turns out that Frank's job is almost two hours away from my parents' house by public transportation. And then we found out we didn't get the apartment (the one that's walking distance from his office).
Long story short, he needed a car. We decided to take out a loan for it—normally something I would never recommend, but necessary in this case.
Frank and my dad went to the used car dealership on Friday night. He called me from the dealership office with some interesting news. Since Frank is still in law school, he's not technically considered "employed," so he couldn't take out the loan. But I'm all kinds of employed. So I could.
Just like that, I found out I was going to buy a car.
Frank handed the phone to the dealer and I gave him all my information. Then he gave Frank back the phone as he processed my paperwork.
"Hey Frank," I asked, "what kind of car did I just buy?"
"A silver Yaris," he said. Later he texted me a picture:
I've been jokingly calling it my baby.
I needed to sign some papers, so the dealership mailed them to me at my office. I got the package Tuesday morning and as I signed my name about a million times, I couldn't help laughing at the thought that I was buying a car I'd never seen in Chicago from my office in DC.
Of course, I took a picture to commemorate the moment.
So there you have it—at the age of 23, sight unseen, from thousands of miles away, I bought my first car.
I can't help feeling a little gypped that I didn't get the full "first car" experience. I mean, I didn't even get to drive it off the lot!
But mostly, I'm just really glad that we were able to find a car, and that the transportation issue has been solved. I know the rest of it will all work out too.