My Dream Car

(Sun Apr 12 2026)

When I was 18 (or the months leading up to it), the only thing in my head was a Honda Jazz in yellow 💛

TLDR; That was 12 years ago and it didn’t happen and Honda Jazz has long been out of the market.

When I was 18…

…my dad promised me he’d buy me a car.

It was your typical middle child story. My dad actually made an effort for me to not feel left out. He planted a seed in my head that when I turn 18 he’d buy me a car too, just like for ate. And what did I do? I spent those months fantasizing about my Honda Jazz yellow, about not having to commute any more, about not worrying that my phone will get snatched again in the jeep, about not having to wait for tricycles at night when I’m exhausted from school.

And when I turned 18, it just didn’t happen. I waited some more years before I got the message that it wasn’t happening ever. There was a time when the issue was money and there was a much longer time when it wasn’t.

Do you get it? This is not about the car any more.

I never ask for things. I never even asked for a car, the idea/fantasy was planted in my head. I don't even have a dream car I just want it to be small and yellow. I am not materialistic. I am disgusted by my own over consumption. Gift giving is not my love language. That's why some days it’s hard to believe that this is my story. That something as worldly as a car, a nonexistent one at that, has had this huge impact all my adult life.

And now for my 30th birthday

My husband decided he wanted to heal my (raging 🔥) inner teen too.

Since last year, my husband has been bugging me that he’d get me a car. Of course I said no. Again and again. We don’t need it. I hate driving. I can't park (mostly it just scares me). I don't like even just the concept of debt and he knows this.

Unfortunately for me, I also struggled last year with my codependency. As SB19 pulled me back to life, it came with the need to learn things on my own. That's how much they have inspired me. The idea that it’s nice to go to my pilates classes alone was something I never thought I’d even consider.

So that one time I let it slip that the idea of a new car was nice, my husband took the chance. He has been patiently waiting for my moment of weakness and this was it. He immediately contacted his bank and his Toyota agent. This was December 2025.

In the next 3 months we eventually got to explore different options. Eventually we bought a Mazda 3 second hand and painted it yellow.

But first, it was late (again)

If there's one thing to know about me, it's that I am a prisoner of time. I can't be late and you can't be late. My brain just starts itching the wrong way. And over the years, my husband being my husband has done so much so that I don't get to feel this again.

Days before my birthday, a package arrived. It was a custom funko of Ken and Justin. He even took the time to find which fits the funkos should be inspired from. He did it all on his own without asking me. 🖤💚

(I admit I am slightly glitching that the both of them are not dressed from the same event and that they did not get FELIP right but that's not AJ's fault okay!!)

Husband ordered it when he realized my car won't arrive on my birthday 😭.

Since accepting that I'd get my dream car this year, I was chill about it. I learned my lesson not to get attached to it. My husband on the other hand was restless that our plans were pushed back. At first I didn't get why he was rushing. Not until he explained that the first time (when I was 18) was late, and now (that I am 30) it is late again. He has repeated the cycle. He thought it was cruel for me to go through this again 🥹

Meet Jazz 👋🏼

We were not planning to get this specific Mazda. As it turns out this was "top of the line" and that I instantly fell in love by the tiny details of it. The vibe was feminine and sophisticated 💅🏼.

Initially it looked very luxurious, after the color change it became a bit more sporty. We had it painted yellow at Modern Details Auto Garage.