Buying A Car In Japan

Today we had a full docket of stuff.

After our latest visit to the clinic, my husband wanted to visit the car dealership.

He loves our current car, our European-brand car, and often goes out to tenderly groom it.  Whenever we park, he is careful to select who we park next to.  I’ve seen many Japanese men like this when they have an expensive foreign brand car.

He’ll often walk around the car when we return, checking for scuff marks and scratches.

Our current car has a problem though, it’s too small in the back seats and trunk. If we ever succeed in expanding our family, we’d never fit a baby seat back there, plus a stroller, and definitely never suitcases if we traveled.

So now he wants to “upgrade” our car to a longer model with backseat leg room and a bigger trunk. He says it’s for “guests” and “if we have kids”, but I think he just wants a shiny, new car.

Did I mention he watches F1 racing?

After a few months of dating, he took us to a car museum.  His eyes light up like a child when he sees a “nice” model.

He also drives a hard bargain and spent today haggling with the dealer to sell our smaller model for a larger one. I do like the bigger one. I think it’s a good idea now to get the car while we don’t have the kids. That way it’s mostly paid off if we ever do have them.

But he’s definitely getting a “baby” of his own to spoil and coo over in this car.

In Japan, you pay an extra tax on foreign model cars — the price of owning a non-Japanese brand.  However, he loves this brand and must have it.

I like seeing him happy, and I like the car.  So I guess it’ll all work out?

It’ll certainly make for roomier travel. It’ll be nice having that extra space on long trips.  I guess we’re getting it…



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When I was in my twenties, I moved to Japan and met a man there. We embarked on our adventure through life and love. I have lived with him in Japan ever since. We want to start a family, but that is proving difficult. I struggle with infertility. We almost had a child, but that ended in tragedy. Now we enjoy each day and hope that one day we'll hear the pitter-patter of little feet and the bubbly laughter of a child. In the meantime, I enjoy writing, love, studying, traveling, and working. These posts are my thoughts and stories of my life here.

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