9:45 a.m. – The wonderful new owner of my car arrived to sign the Bill of Sale.  I handed over my keys, and she gleefully drove away in my (now her) trusty silver ride.  A bit of melancholy set it.

10:00 a.m. – I rushed down to my bus stop five streets away.  I was feeling good about getting to my 11:00 a.m. meeting on time.  I arrived at the bus terminal downtown and hoofed it 10 blocks to the meeting.

10:55 a.m. – Arrived at the meeting location on time!  Immediately found out the meeting isn’t until tomorrow.

11:00 a.m. – After splattering all four bandaids on hand onto the blisters that had already sprouted, I hobbled down a few blocks and decided to catch the next bus on that route.

11:45 a.m. – Hopped on a bus that took me back to the bus terminal downtown.  Hobbled to Bank of America to pay off my car.  Hobbled further to Suntrust to make a deposit.

12:45 a.m. – Hobbled out to Fruitville to catch the #12 bus back to my house, but as it turns out, there are no outbound #12 stops on Fruitville.  Feeling frustrated now.  Crossed Fruitville to catch another inbound bus BACK to the terminal.

1:15 p.m. – Got on the outbound #12 bus and arrived at my stop whereupon I removed my shoes and walked barefoot back to my house.  (Note to self: this is not possible in the summer when the sidewalks and roads would give me 3rd degree burns.)

2:00 p.m. – Feel kind of like crying!  It’s been a frustrating second day living without a car, but I know that once I settle into my new lifestyle, it will be much better.  I will have to get over my hatred of socks, for starters.  If I can just prevent my feet from blistering, it won’t be so bad.  I was showered with moral support via email from my sweetheart, and it sure made things seem better.