And if you were expecting a real life black and white panda: sorry!
When I moved to England in 1992, I didn't move to a big town or even a small town. I moved to a small village, with about 150 inhabitants. That in itself wasn't so bad, the bad thing was, there was no way to get out of the village. There was a school bus and I could take that, but it had the stupid habit of not driving during school holidays. There was also a postal van that had some room to take one or two passengers, but only going into town. Then there were the taxis and of course I could try and get a ride of of one of my colleagues. After about a year, I was fed up with that and decided to take driving lessons. It really was third time lucky when I finally got my license. However, having a license didn't really do me much good, since I didn't have a car to use it on. Fortunately I had a fantastic colleague who helped me buy my very first car: a Fiat Panda!
It gave me freedom to go whenever and wherever I wanted. I took trips to Salisbury and Oxford, I showed the Lake District to my parents, I got lost in London trying to take my sister back to her hostel and I moved all my possessions back to my parents' place when I decided I wanted to be in Holland and not in England. I loved that little red car.
After a few years however, the brakes weren't as good as they used to be, the heating had completely stopped working and it consisted mostly of rust. I had to get another car, but my first car still holds a special place in my heart.
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PS: for more freedom, check out yesterday's post as well, since it was Liberation Day in the Netherlands!