It's funny how things never turn out the way you expect. If you'd travel back in time and describe my current life to the various iterations of myself between now and two years ago, they'd laugh at you and suggest you get off the smokey stuff.
Two years ago, I didn't expect I'd move to the UK to do a postgrad degree.
One year ago, I thought I'd move back to Austria as soon as I was done with my degree.
Half a year ago, I thought the only way to go was to join a swanky consulting company and work 18 hours a day.
Three months ago, I thought I'd never work outside of London.
One month ago, I thought I'd end up driving a VW Golf or some other small and ridiculous conformist contraption.
Nnnnyeah. I liked it too much here to go back home. I ended up joining an amazing small digital agency instead of selling my soul to the corporate world. And VW denied me leasing on a new Golf because I haven't lived in the UK long enough (Basta... uh, I mean terrible people
And so, by a chain of completely unexpected events, I am as of today the proud owner of a 51-reg 156 2.0 TS. Partly because it only cost a hair over £1,000. But mostly because I fell in love with it the second I saw it.
I'm picking it up on Saturday, here's to hoping the love affair lasts and the first few broken bits and pieces won't make me go arrabiato