Unfiltered Thoughts: My Journal
We Bought a Korean Car
Should we have shipped our American-sized SUV to Korea?
For the past three weeks we’ve been living without a car. I’ve owned a car ever since I was 16 years old. My first one was a stick shift, red Volkswagon Beetle with no heater and broken windshield wipers. I loved that car. It represented freedom and independence to roam whenever and where ever I wanted. Besides, all my friends had cars. To be honest, everyone I knew owned or had access to a car.
Cars can still represent freedom and independence, especially when you don’t have one at your disposal. After we landed in South Korea three weeks ago, our first two weeks were spent in quarantine: the polar opposite of freedom and independence. Our carless state wasn’t a problem then, given that we were locked in a room all day for 14 days. Being carless was no big deal until the day we busted out of quarantine.
We’ve been out of quarantine for 6 days and have had to rely on public busses, taxis, or offers from generous, new friends to drive us around or loan us their cars for the day. It was a clunky system, but it worked until the day my husband has started his new job. Suddenly, we needed a car.
