This past Saturday was a sad and historic event. One the way back from Barcelona, my adorable lil Mazda 3 hit 30,000 miles. Considering I’ve had it a little over 2 years but have lived in 4 states since then (and driven to move to all but my most recent move to AZ), it’s not that much, but I can’t help but feel sad that it’s accumulated 30,000 miles. Yep, cars are surely meant to be driven, that’s a valid point. Still stands though that I baby my car, and it’s too cute to grow old.