Flynn

My dad gave me the car. The Camry that I've been practicing in. While I doubt I'll keep it forever, I'm sure I'll have it for several years. It's about the cheapest option possible, and I didn't even ask. Plus, I already know this car so well. It definitely helps with the nerves. Soon, we'll get started on the details with insurance and registration and all that. I insist on getting it done sooner rather than later. I don't plan to drive much and quite honestly, my anxiety has been boosted, knowing that no one is going to ride with me now. But this is a good thing. I hate to ignore my mental illness because pretending that the good outweighs the bad is only going to make the anxiety worse. But I can at the VERY least realize how blessed I am to have such a very essential tool at my disposal and without nearly as much cost to me as most others have to encounter. His name is Flynn. Named after Kevin Flynn and Sam Flynn from Tron and Tron 2 respectively. All my technology is named after Tron stuff, and I'm sticking with the theme. It feels like the name that suits him best. Flynn has been good to me. And now it's my turn to be good to him.