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Today, Nate and I re-gifted our dear ol 1998 Buick Skylark. My grandma gave it us. We gave it to my sister. While the car was great when we were cruising back and forth to Maine planning the wedding, in real life, we don't really need it. We walk everywhere. Groceries can be delivered. Theo loves the subway. Oh, and, I still don't know how to actually drive. Plus, why spend the money on parking and insurance when you could, I don't know, save that money to one day buy an apartment? (A girl can dream, can't she?)

Our timing, however, is pretty awful. It's helpful to have a car for all those moving-related runs to Ikea and Target--and the lets-bring-the-stuff-we-don't-want-the-movers-to-break runs. Of course, we inevitably break something ourselves, so maybe that's a good thing. What's not a good thing: Being car-free will narrow my future stocking stuffer options for Nate. For a couple of years that random automotive section in Duane Reade was a last-minute shopping heaven.
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