We didn't feel any real pressure, which is sort of the ideal circumstances under which to look for a new car- until, that is, I got pregnant again, and then the ante was summarily upped once more. But again, that didn't pan out... but our desire for a new vehicle stayed piqued because, quite frankly, we realized we were ready for a grown-up car. That is to say, a car that wouldn't send me into fits of sciatica on long trips, and that we could accelerate onto the freeway with, without sending up a fervent prayer to St. Christopher. And also butt warmers, because damn technology is amazing, ya'll.
So we looked and we looked, and we agreed that what we'd really want, if only we had the money, was a 2015 Subaru Forester Limited. Ha ha ha hah. But we are (occasionally) patient people, and we knew that in a year or two we could probably get said vehicle for the price we were willing to pay.
As all of this was going on, we were also waiting on the outcome of my grandmother's estate, which has been puttering along since 2012. We weren't depending on the money by any stretch of the imagination, but we did acknowledge that, should it come through, it would certainly make things easier.
And then, last week, it did come through- and literally the next day Nathan found an advertisement for a certified pre-owned 2015 Forester that had every last thing- right down to the color- we had daydreamed about, with only 55 miles on it. And the asking price? Almost exactly the amount of the check we'd received. That's right: a new car for the price of a used car, for the amount my generous grandmother left me.
We took the hint.