littlest bit

I'm still surprised by how much easier things are with a car. On Saturday, after paying my hard-earned money for a new tire, I decided to stop at Target. I drove over to Target, parked, and went in, and the whole time I was marveling at how easy it is to get to that Target in a car. When I lived in Gone West, I would have to take an entire afternoon or evening to get there: the train to the nearest stop, a ten or so minute walk, and then all the way across the parking lot, still. And when I was done, I had to make the trip in reverse, carrying whatever I had purchased. Owning a car still feels the littlest bit miraculous.