Last night I said goodbye to my car.
I actually said goodbye too...this isn't some metaphorical tidbit. Ever since watching Disney's Love Bug when I was a kid, I've always felt that cars had some actual life to them. Strange, I know. Anyways, my car and I had a brief moment alone, and, after glancing around the dealership parking lot to make sure no one was looking, I said a few brief words....mainly thanking it for being good to me for the past six years.
This was the first car I bought, and it saw a lot during our time together: my pre-wedding preparations and jitters, road trips with the husband, moving three times (all in dirty Jerz!), me as a terrified, single pregnant lady blasting angry girl rock, solo trips to divorce court and obstetrician appointments, and then finally, me as a nervous mom to a beautiful little boy, continually looking in her rearview mirror to check on him (listening to less angry, inspirational girl rock on a lower volume).
Recently, I was thinking about how my life has evolved, how EJ is no longer a baby, and how my car is the last remnant of my former life. I knew then that I had outgrown it. So, I did what any parent of one child would do, I got an over-sized SUV for all the crap I need to cart around.
I picked up my new truck last night, and as I mentioned, I had a sweet moment with my old whip. And, when I closed its door for the last time and walked away, so began a new phase of my life. Whatever is in store for me during this stint, I'll be facing it a little higher up from the ground, jamming to non-angry music on Pandora with EJ.
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