My ex owned the last car I drove. She did not have a license, so I was pretty much the only person to ever drive in the house. Now I’m out of her house, so no more car. I’m walking everywhere in an extremely car dependant area, there’s public transport it just sucks ass. However, I’m liking the walking. The more I do it, the less I even think about it. My ass is gonna look great, I can still get pretty much everything I care about within walking distance, life is good.
The moment you realize you’re happier carrying your groceries uphill than you were when you had to battle for a parking spot is truly liberating.