Closer to my dream

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One big advantage to moving to CT is that I'm one step closer to my lifelong dream.
For as long as I can remember I've dreamed of owning a Porsche convertible. I can't really say why. The shape of that car, the speed, the fact that only two people can fit and not the whole family! Anyway I've always longed for that car.

Living in the city meant that I use to see one in a blue moon, which really didn't do that much to feed the dream.

Now out here in in the town that I live in I see at least one per day, about five per day on the weekends. Black ones, blue ones, Boxsters, 911's. What wonderful eye candy!

After seeing one, I grip the steering wheel a little tighter, I focus intently on the road ahead and the family car I usually drive magically transforms into a Boxster.  I stay in that reverie for about 30 seconds before I'm woken up by loving son who sweetly says "maybe next year mom, for your birthday."

I know that I'll have to hold on to my dream for much longer than next year, but at least until it happens I get to see one every single day! If you don't see them in your town here's the link www.porsche.com

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