Last spring, my old car finally broke down for good. The mechanic told me that repairing it would cost more than the car was worth, so I had a choice: buy another one or try living without. I decided to give myself a year without a car, mainly to save money, although I secretly expected to give up after a month.
The first few weeks were harder than I had imagined. I live in a village eight kilometres from the town where I work, and the bus only runs once an hour. On my first Monday I missed it by thirty seconds and arrived at work soaking wet after walking in the rain. My colleagues thought it was very funny. I didn't.
Things improved when I bought a second-hand electric bike. Suddenly the hill on the way to town wasn't a problem, and the journey took me twenty-five minutes, only ten minutes more than driving. I started to notice things I had never seen from the car: the farmer who waves every morning, the river that changes colour with the seasons. I also began to feel much fitter, which was a pleasant surprise.
Of course, there were difficulties. Doing a big shop at the supermarket became a real problem, so now I order food online and have it delivered. Visiting my parents, who live two hundred kilometres away, means a long train journey with two changes. And when my daughter needed to get to a football match at eight o'clock on a Sunday morning, I had to ask another parent for a lift, which I found quite embarrassing.
The year ended three months ago, and I still haven't bought a car. I'm not going to tell anyone that they should get rid of theirs; for many people, especially those with young children or jobs at night, a car is simply necessary. But I would say this: try leaving it at home for a week. You may find that you need it less than you think.
Jenna Fowler