I sold our car today.
My wife and I have talked about doing this for several years now, but it was an ideal that was always deferred by her commute. It was only recently, when she was finally transferred to Guelph, that living without a car became a real possibility. It was also recently, at precisely the same moment, to be honest, that living without a car became a real anxiety. What had seemed a beautiful ideal at some ambiguous point in the future had suddenly become disconcertingly possible.
We recognized, of course, that this kind of anxiety is part of making any substantial change, particularly when it is a change that involves something so socially and culturally significant as the car. We recognized also, though not without a fair amount of reflection, that selling our car would not actually result in any problems very difficult for us to overcome. We are, therefore, as of several hours ago, officially without a car. We are, to use the language of Ivan Illich that I have already quoted elsewhere, officially moving at the speed of the bicycle, or rather, since I much prefer to walk than to pedal, at the speed of our own two feet.
I am simultaneously elated and terrified.