On My Way
While the commute has been fun, quirky taxi rides, bustling train platforms, and my signature bacon roll with a latte on the go, it’s simply not sustainable. The first month alone cost me £967 in travel. When you realise there’s no return on that investment, no asset, no equity, just miles and receipts, the decision became clear: it was time to buy a car.
This week was spent searching. The right make, the right model, something practical that would suit my needs and ultimately pay for itself through the savings I’d make long-term. But for me, this wasn’t just about buying a car, it was about crossing a bridge I had burned years ago.
My relationship with cars hasn’t always been great. In the past, I’ve made poor choices, overpaid, underestimated the cost of upkeep, borrowed more than I could realistically afford. But one decision stands above all the others. During one of the lowest points in my life, I borrowed a significant sum of money from a close friend, my best friend. Looking back now, I think I knew deep down I wouldn’t be able to repay it, not in the way I should have. And that decision, knowingly made, turned out to be a fatal one. The money did eventually get paid back, but the damage was done. The trust was broken. The friendship lost. And with it, a chapter of my life left unfinished.
Since then, I swore I’d never own a car again. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to repeat history. I didn’t want a symbol of regret parked outside my house. Until now.
This week marks a shift. Things are different today. I’m not the same person who made that mistake. I’ve spent years rebuilding, starting with my undergrad law degree, then the Master’s, and now a job that pays more than I’ve ever earned before (and less than I ever will again). I feel grounded, capable, and ready. This purchase wasn’t just financial, it was emotional. It marks a moment in time: a crossover from who I was to who I’ve become.
It’s bittersweet. I still think about that friendship. We were close. But part of growing is learning when to forgive yourself, when to accept that even the worst mistakes don’t have to define your future. We’re human. We mess up. Own it. Learn from it. Step forward.
This week, I did just that. And next week, in Week 28: Finally, the wheels start turning again.
Let`s Go!
