Good things come in small packages

Bigger isn't always better. Or at least that's what I've managed to convince myself this week.

Long story shortish, the lease was up on my beloved Mazda CX-9, which is by far my favorite vehicle I have ever owned to date. Especially because it was so "me", all decked out with custom vinyl stickers from my Cricut. People around town knew it was me when they saw this car.

 

 

When all was said and done (and subtracted, multiplied, & otherwise crunched) we weren't able to buy it out as planned. Total bummer, because not only was I left mourning the sudden loss of my signature ride, but I also had to find something else to drive that we *could* afford, and I had to make this big decision on really short notice, during an insanely busy time of year.

I spent several days displaced to a [super ugly] rental car while I felt sad about my Mazda, weighed my options, looked at a lot of cars, and finally decided. 

 

 

I wasn't sure if I was ready to downsize quite this much - it's a huge jump involving more than a loss of three seats and cargo space. There is a reality check required, about heading toward the flip-side of parenting, where baby seats are becoming a distant memory, and where my brood has reduced to just two kids at home.

Ultimately, I figured if I had to embrace an unwelcome change, I might as well try to make it fun. And let's be honest, it would be pretty difficult to feel sorry for myself while bopping around in a bright yellow, convertible Bug.

So yeah, I think this small package is a good thing.

If you see me around town, this is me now. And I won't be held responsible for your kids slugging each other as I drive by.