Two weeks ago, I had a minor moment of panic when the company I work for told me that in a mere few days, they would be reclaiming my work vehicle. I wasn’t a huge van of the van I was driving, but it was a lease which meant everything was covered and paid for out of an illusionary sum that went towards it. It worked out much cheaper in the end and with gas prices being what they are are, it was awesome!

But now I’d be losing the van in only a short days… lucky for me I had given my old one thousand dollar beater to my girlfriend’s parents as a run car for their newsagency. As I summoned the beast back into my possession, I realized I needed this new car… badly. My old beater was now fast approaching three hundred and seventeen thousand kilometers and idles like I imagine leaving the atmosphere feels like.

So I got into gear and contacted the lease company with my idea to get my dream car; A Blue Volkswagen Jetta. I know, aim high right? But seriously ever since I saw the original 1999 Jetta, I fell in love. Once I finally owned a Jetta with its beautiful forest green exterior and tan leather interior, I was sunk. It drove smooth, was a beast in the winter and was the most reliable and wonderful car I’ve ever driven. I sold it to a friend who I hope is taking care of it. I’m sure he is.

So back to my beautiful Tempest Blue, 2014 Volkswagen Jetta. I figured I would settle with a used one, a few years old, a couple of thousand kilometers on it. The offer they shot me back was the brand new one, no kilometers… mine. MINE. I stared at the sheet, only had to pay thirty dollars a week out of pocket to get it. My dream car. My precious…

I signed the lease so fast the pen nearly shredded the paper. Every time the lease company asked for more information it got back to them within moments. I was skipping the aisles at work. A Jetta! Blue! Mine! I began to consider in my head what I would do in the next few days to prepare for its arrival. Then I pushed back a bit and shook my head. Now, now… don’t get too excited. She hasn’t made you sign the lease yet. I thought to myself. I’ve always been cautious, I hate heartbreak. Then eventually she asked for one final thing; A copy of my Australian Visa.

I thought nothing of it. Scanned and emailed it and rejoiced. At that point, she could only ask for a blood sample and some hair… she knew everything pretty well by that moment in time. So I began to rejoice. This actually seemed like it was going to happen, after all, she had ordered the car to the dealership. Companies don’t really order cars until they are paid for them.

I began to sing glory and dance and plan on how fast I could clean out the garage and get an automatic roller door installed. I had a day off coming up, I could do it then! I posted to Facebook with a picture of the potential car I would be getting. Excitement and relief set in.

Only to have it all shattered.

I got a call, it was the lease company. Calls are never good, especially when all of your prior correspondence has been through email. I was notified because of the type of visa I’m on, I wouldn’t be eligible for a lease until it changed over. That would be in September twenty fifteen as I am a temporary resident, but you simply must wait for two years to become permanent. She promised me she’d do what she could… but something tells me it is not going to happen. I blame Facebook. Once I went all social media happy… that was when I got the call. People had already seen it, commented, understood how much I loved the car.

It was heartbreaking.

So now I drive a station wagon instead of a Volkswagen, a 1994 instead of a 2014 and white (which I detest) instead of blue (my favorite color). Irony has a wonderful way of bending me over the barrel. It could be worse though. I could have no car at all. But the lesson to be learned folks?

Don’t count your chickens before they’ve hatched.

Or in this case, cars before you’ve got the keys.

*Sob*

I suppose I should cancel my Volkswagen merchandise order. *Sigh*

As for writing, I have bought more books and am currently awaiting the Harry Potter series for me to reread. As JK Rowling is an inspiration to me, I am hoping that I can reread her series to sharpen my descriptions and structure. My story is too dialogue driven and would almost be a better movie script in its current form than a book. But hey, that’s what editing is for, right?

Right!