In July 2023, I sold my car, and I haven’t had one since. It’s been over a two years now, and surprisingly, I don’t miss it. For the first time since I was 17 years old, I’m free of the responsibilities that come with owning a car no maintenance, no insurance, no monthly payments. After 30 years of that burden, I thought it would bother me, but it hasn’t. Living in downtown Los Angeles, everything I needed was within walking distance, so not having a car was easy to adjust to.

Now, with the possibility of moving back to Georgia, things feel different. Unlike downtown L.A., Georgia isn’t as walkable or accessible without a car, and it’s clear I’d need one. Plus, as the primary driver in my household, it would be practical to have a vehicle again. But here’s the thing I’m in no rush. The idea of owning a car again feels less like a necessity and more like a choice I’ll make when the time is right. For now, I’m simply enjoying the freedom of not having to think about it.