For a week I was able to feel like I was apart of an elite special persons club. Those lucky few who actually can afford nice things.
Unfortunately that week disappeared quickly and I was thrown back into reality of being incredibly average.
My mom went to Sydney for a week and left her car with me (I live close to the airport). Naturally I drove it so it wouldn't rust up and die before she got back. I was being incredibly considerate.
In that quick as lightening flash, I realized that I really do like nice things. I'm a nice things person. I'm not as average as I think I am. Well, I don't think I should be average, that is.
Anyways, it took my momma 50 years to get a brand new car... So let's hope in 20 years, I'll get my brand new European car too! Whoop! *broom broom*
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