Cupholders, and the cars they're attatched to

When I was eleven years old, my goal in life was to have cupholders in a car. Our 1986 Taurus station wagon did not have cupholders, and I thought that was the obvious pinnacle of car ownership. For what else could you possibly want a car? Moving around? Psh, that's nonsense. Unless you need to move your cups.
So, I can now proudly announce to you, internet, that I can now move my cups.

I am a car owner!

His name is Mr. Merlot Mobile, and he is a 2002 Toyota Corolla. A burgundy Corolla, thus the name, which was inspired by my lovely sister. He has low mileage, was an incredibly reasonable price, all his maintenance checks out, and most importantly, he has cupholders. Actually, Mr. Merlot has the ability to hold four cups at once, because he's just that good at multitasking. Hopefully Mr. Merlot and I will spend many happy years together, toting around cups and other similar joyous activities.

I cannot fully express my gratitude to my father who sat with me every single horrendous step of this process. From looking at awful cars, to giving me pointers on insurance, to even coming with me to the DMV this morning to register the damn thing, my dad has been there every step. So if you are lucky enough to know my Dad, please congratulate him for being incredibly patient and helping his daughter buy a car.

This means that my next step is fast approaching.
In a week, I move to Roanoke. As in, drive down with Mr. Merlot full of crap, parents in tow with a UHaul, and move everything in. Then I come home for a few days, peace out to my conference in Atlanta, and then in about two weeks, I start full-time as an Americorps volunteer! Brace yourself Roanoke, Mr. Merlot and I are on our way.

Note: I have given up on a fake name for my town. Had you googled stats for southern VA cities, you could have figured it out easily enough. That, or you know me and where I'm going anyways.