Moving To Thailand Requires Getting Rid Of Things

March 24, 2011 No Comments by afamilyinmotion
Moving to Thailand Means Selling The Car | A Family In Motion

Moving to Thailand Means Selling The Car | A Family In Motion


Possessions Are Hindering Our Move To Thailand

So, I think I mentioned that we owned and operated a restaurant in Portland, OR for just over five years. It was a tough industry to be in for many reasons, and restaurants have notoriously slim profit margins. Anything and everything we could write off as a restaurant expense we did: meals out at fabulous establishments; trips to Thailand and Southeast Asia, Brazil, Canada; our car. We really liked our car, a Nissan Murano–nothing flashy, but roomy, comfortable, and luxurious for our standards. Neither my husband nor myself is a huge car person, and as long as it’s reliable and safe and can accommodate my husband’s very long legs, it’s good for us.

We really did use the car for business. We were constantly running errands in that Murano–I felt like half my day was spent driving around town in that thing. My husband had the ingenious idea to get the car to make money for us: since we covered a lot of territory in that car, why not wrap it with our logo and advertise the restaurant in a mobile fashion? Once we paid for the wrap, it continually paid for itself by generating new business. We actually booked a wedding at the restaurant after a woman noticed the car around town. I was grateful for the extra revenue that the advertising provided, but I never really got used to attracting all that attention from the flashy logos. When we first had the wrap installed, I was painfully aware of all the heads turning to stare at the car. We had lots of strangers tell us that they saw our car driving down the highway, or that they knew where we lived because they noticed the car parked in front of our house (that was always a little disconcerting).

We Could Be Anonymous In Thailand

After selling the restaurant, one of my first priorities was to remove the wrap from the car. I was relishing the idea of regaining my anonymity on the road. I wanted the freedom to pick my nose in the car or maybe tailgate or drive a little too fast without people judging my business based on the way I drive. Well, I only had that luxury for a few weeks. In an effort to conserve funds and reduce our budget, we decided to sell the car. We figured that it would take a while for the car to sell, so we went ahead and posted it on craigslist. Within 20 minutes someone called and was interested in the car. He wanted to look at it right away, and drove over with his whole family in tow. He did some tire kicking, pointed out all the flaws (we were aware of them), gave us a sob story about wanting to drive his daughter down to Disneyland in this car, but needed the extra cash for the trip. We decided to sell him the car for less than we were asking, but still made a profit. He was anxious to close the deal and wanted to meet the next morning at the bank to transfer the title, so we lightened our load by about three tons in less than 24 hours.  I wonder how effective Craigslist in Thailand will be when we are in need?

Car Salesmen In Thailand?

The process turned out to be a circus. What should have been a simple 20 minute transaction took the better part of our morning and early afternoon. And that sob story about wanting to take his daughter to Disneyland? A sham. Now, technically, I’m not sure if he is actually going to take his daughter to Disneyland, but I know he’s not taking her in our Murano. That baby is going to be sitting in his used car lot on the outskirts of town. Yep, he turned out to be a (slightly slimy) used car salesman. My husband proposed this idea the night before (he is so good at reading people), but I shrugged him off.
I know it sounds silly to care who ends up with our old car–I even stated above that we’re not the kind of people who become overly attached to vehicles (my aunt names her cars, I think that’s strange)–but nonetheless, I had a strong affection for that Nissan. It was always reliable, super comfortable, and it nicely accommodated my husband’s long legs. But more importantly, it represented a chapter of our lives that has come to a close. As much as I disliked running errands all day and resented the chaotic evenings that took me away from my precious family, I still loved the restaurant. It was our baby born from our sweat and tears. And the car was like the final page closing on that former life. I’ll miss it all, good and bad, and I will always be thankful that my car rarely caused me more stress in an already incredibly stressful life. RIP, my beloved Murano.  I wonder if we’ll buy a car when we finally settle in our new home in Thailand?  Traffic drives on the other side of the street, just like the UK.  It will take some time learning to drive while we are adjusting to a new chapter in our life in Thailand….In Thailand, they say petrol, instead of gas.


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