My Sweet Ride and Digs

So I have a car that excretes rust if you slam the doors, needs to have it's radiator filled every other time I drive it, and a room I pay rent for $650 a month that has leaking windows and no Internet. I could buy another car, and I could rent out another place, but the truth is that I tend to love things that don't work perfectly. I love that which is flawed- it makes life interesting. There's something about things that take a little extra work that make you appreciate them a bit more, I've realized that. The same goes for grades that have room for improvement, a job you can complain about, and even a shitty relationship you know you should get out of. Life isn't about the perfect finished product, but instead the effort we put into what we care about. If things are perfect all the time, you're stuck and unable to go anywhere, and I always feel the need to go places. I need to struggle to feel like I'm getting anything done, I used to fight it, but now I accept it. You never realize how much you should love something unless you have to fight for it, and I am definitely a fighter.