Car Free Year in Review

Okay. I know it's been months since the last update, but let's just forget all that, say I was too busy busing it to blog, and celebrate the fact that my car-free year has come and gone, and I am still sans car. A little recap of the highs and lows of saying goodbye to Cecelia and taking to the streets by foot:

Highs

• Emissions. What emissions?
• 15 novels, 30 magazines and 12 gazillion daily newspapers.
• 4 fiction stories written, revised, written again.
• Daily exposure to humans who don't all look, act, talk, smell the same as me.
• Zipcaring to the Shenandoah cabin and beach camping.
• My first trip on a Chinatown bus to NYC.
• Bicycle love.

Lows

• Scary mean bus driver. She yelled. I trembled, got mad, composed letter in my head recommending she take up a new line of work.
• Missing every single happy hour that ends before 8 p.m.
• Missing my car. I still sometimes miss my car. So sad, so true.
• Carsick woman vomiting on my shoe on the bus.
• Getting carsick on the bus and wanting to vomit on the shoe of the woman next to me.