I don’t think I need to tell you that last week was a pretty crappy week. We lost a friend, we mourned him, we remembered his life. This kind of stuff is never easy and losing a friend at the age of 38 will knock you on your rear faster than anything. It just plain sucks. That said, I think the best thing to do (or at least the best thing I could do for myself) is to get back to living. I don’t think anyone leaves us with the hope that life will cease being experienced by those closest to them and so I strive to return to living in a way that hopefully honours the memory of those who have left ahead of me.
That being said, the week was pretty much a wash of anything other than breathing in, breathing out and repeating.
By the weekend, things had settled and hubby and I decided it was time to begin the one task surrounding this baby that we’ve both been dreading and putting off: Van shopping. Oh how we don’t want to shop for a van. Like many, we don’t consider ourselves “van people” and the thought of spending thousands of dollars on a box with wheels keeps me up at night. Being that we’re on a bit of a time crunch and and a serious budget crunch makes this task all the more horrifying.
So how excited was I to spend a Saturday looking at vans?
This pretty much sums it up.
We actually only ended up looking at two. When your budget is somewhat laughable in comparison to what’s available out there that’s of any decent quality (i.e. will not require you to push the vehicle where it needs to go), your options are pretty limited. The first van was quite simply put: ugly. BUT, it was a good van. Simple, basic and mostly affordable when you factored in our trade-in car. The second van was nice, slightly out of budget but the sales guy pretty much killed the sale on the spot. We explained that we were interested in test driving the van to see if it was a make/model we liked etc. This apparently translated into us supposedly buying the van so as he’s starting to fill out the paper work to get our financing info, we kind of stopped and were like “we’re not buying this car today. We just started shopping for a van”. He then tries to bully-sell us with “if you like it, why wouldn’t you buy it?”, “we’re here to make deals” etc. I nearly vomited. Such a turn off. Seriously, that van could have coughed gold nuggets and had Channing Tatum in a loin-cloth ready to spoon-feed me truffles and I would have walked away (reluctantly). It definitely left a sour taste in my mouth.
So the hunt continues. Thankfully, I have test driven the two makes we’re interested in so my involvement can be minimal now. Hubby is much better at this stuff than I am so I’ll let him handle the sales guys while I sit back and dream about Channing Tatum in a loin cloth, spoon-feeding me truffles.