Why am I telling you this? Because I've sold my car to purchase my motorcycle. I will own only one vehicle; my bike. After evaluating my lifestyle, I realize that I can live without a car or truck. Actually, Highway has a pickup truck, so if I truly need something with four wheels, I can use it. The truck was his long before we met, so even though we're married now, I will still always consider this his. But he's pretty generous and lets be use it anytime I like.
The more belongings I let go, the more freedom I feel. When my ex-pussy and I separated, I made a deal with him. He could take all of the outstanding debt, keep both of his vehicles, take any household goods and furniture he wanted. I would keep our house, which has no equity, keep my car, and keep only what he left behind. If he agreed to this, then after 15 years of marriage, I would forego any spousal support. My main reason for doing this was because after the shit was over, I never wanted to have to deal with him again. I didn't need or want his fucking money then, and I don't need or want it now.
This sweet deal left me with a huge house full of crap. For the last year I've been liquidating; having yard sales, donating to my favorite charity, and privately selling on Craigslist. Starting with a 3000 sq. ft. house, filled to the brim with crap, I am now down to half of a one car garage. Selling my car was the final large item I had to eliminate in this process.
Lastly is my house. My niece and her husband rent the house from me and have really made it into their home; an incredibly boisterous, happy, lovely home. When it was my home, after my daughter was gone, it was sterile, immaculate and void of love. Now it is anything but that! It's alive now, and I wouldn't want it any other way. When the time is right, they'll buy that house from me and I'll be even more free. For now I'm happy to have them rent it, maintain it, and bring it back to life.
The life of a vagabond, a gypsy biker, is waiting for me. The more belongings I own, the more I have to care for, be responsible for, and maintain. That burden of ownership robs me of my freedom; something I value more than anything now. The less I own, the more free I am.
One step at a time, I'm working towards that open road with no destination. In the process I've eliminated my worthless ex-pussy, my debt, my belongings and now my car. My bike, my keepsakes, my clothing and my accessories are all that remain.
You didn't expect me to get rid of my 90 pairs of shoes too, did you? Get real!