Sounds awful. Your situation is extreme (ah rural America!) but I won’t deny there’s something freeing about cars. These days I hate cars with a passion, and I’ve always lived in big European cities where they’re completely unnecessary, but even I had a car when I was 20, and I loved it. But then a couple of years later I got rid of it, and that also felt like freedom and I loved that too… Anyway, just an anecdote. As for your situation, good luck, you’ll find a way out of there.
PS off-topic: I’ve always found “good luck” to be a bit lacking for these contexts, in French there’s the much better “bon courage”, sadly untranslatable but much more appropriate in your case.
Sounds awful. Your situation is extreme (ah rural America!) but I won’t deny there’s something freeing about cars. These days I hate cars with a passion, and I’ve always lived in big European cities where they’re completely unnecessary, but even I had a car when I was 20, and I loved it. But then a couple of years later I got rid of it, and that also felt like freedom and I loved that too… Anyway, just an anecdote. As for your situation, good luck, you’ll find a way out of there.
PS off-topic: I’ve always found “good luck” to be a bit lacking for these contexts, in French there’s the much better “bon courage”, sadly untranslatable but much more appropriate in your case.
I’m in Louisiana, so using French is actually quite appropriate.