I love my Jeep Cherokee.
It was love at first sight. I was test-driving the same old maid’s – Honda Civics, Toyota Corollas – when I spotted it. Fire-engine red, sitting on the corner with hot new tires, halfway up a berm looking ready to tackle the trail. I couldn’t resist.
Three years and 100,000 clicks later, it’s like the day we met. But one thing has changed: $90 a tank. Something had to give. So I moved.
I’ve got a nice new place near Commercial Drive, top floor of a four-storey house, view of the mountains, lots of light & air. It’s nestled in a quadrangle of Clark, Commercial, Grandview and Broadway. Close to everything but far enough that the street outside is quiet.
Guzzling gas isn’t the whole story… though $500 in a month was getting excessive. It’s more the time lost to traffic and travel. And while living in the valley has it’s perks, everything I’m involved with is here in the city. So, after a relatively painless move (thanks to friends and practiced packing) me and my Jeep have our new home. I’ve yet to tackle the boxes but already I can tell – this space marks a new beginning.