Goodbye Car ... Hello Computer

Ever since I was 16 years old, I've had a car. My mom and dad taught me how to drive in a 1983 Chevy Celebrity. I passed my driver's test with that car, but every time you shut the the door, you'd lose a few more pieces. And the winters are cold in Wisconsin.

Within a year, the Celebrity had fallen apart, and I bought my first car with the money I saved from my retail job. It was a baby-blue Plymouth Colt. I called it my baby. I gave it a little tap on the dash every time I made it through the intersection on a yellow light. Unfortunately, the baby's mileage grew too high, and it was time to say goodbye.

Before I went off to college, my mom helped me find a new car. Well, it was a new, used car, but it was her "you're finally getting out of my house" gift to me, and I was extremely grateful (seriously, not everyone has a mom that cool). So, I drove off to college in my little dark purple Saturn. It had a CD player, and I remember the first CD I jammed to was Jennifer Lopez ... The Remix. I thought I was cool.

That eggplant-colored (if you want to get specific) Saturn got me through college, picking up drunk friends from the bars, taking road trips with my high school girls, running around on reporting assignments, and moving to and from five apartments. I was so proud of Ms. Eggplant.

Then I decided to move to New York City. With a great public transportation system, insane traffic and high insurance rates, I decided to leave my car behind. My mom kept it around for a while ... thinking I'd hate it out here and come back home. After six months, and me constantly telling her I'm never leaving NYC, she got the hint and told me she was going to sell the car for me. And, because she's so cool, she told me whatever she got for the car would be mine.

Finally, after a few months, my mom's neighbor must have gotten sick of seeing the car in the driveway, so he bought it for his 16-year-old daughter. A recently-turned 16-year-old got a car, and a recently-turned New Yorker finally got a new computer. It's been an hour and I'm already a Mac person. I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with this thing. Probably as much fun as that teenager is going to have in her new car.

And now that I can do so much more, be prepared for this blog to change ... and take off! There's more to Kitty Rae than dancing on black boxes. Get ready.