This is not how I wanted to say goodbye...
For those of you who don't know, last week, my dad hit a deer with his car. He was totally fine, but as it turns out, the car is totaled. He's been driving my car and I thought everything was going to be fine, he'd just have to wait until we could afford another car, right? Well, basically he called me this morning to "ask my permission" to do something that I really couldn't stop him from doing, seeing as how I'm halfway across the world.
He's going to sell my car.
When I talked to him, I couldn't say anything, because I'm the mature, sensible one and I have to admit that it's the "hey, let's pull together as a family" way to solve the problem, but I'm sad. I've had that car since junior year in HS, and even though it's had WAY too many ridiculous electrical problems, I love that car. I've had many an adventure in that car. Hell, me and Amy made him into one of the central characters in our hypothetical "if our cars were people" manga. (LOL, I can't believe I just typed that, but it's true.)
Probably the thing that gets me most though is that I won't get to drive it again. Had I known I would have given poor old George a proper goodbye, not just assumed he'd be waiting for me when I got back. Truth be told I was going to save up for a new car when I got back to the states anyway, but still. I wanted to be able to do it on my own terms. Plus technically that's one of the only things back home that was MINE. The house my parents live in isn't mine anymore, my mom's house is sold, most of my belongings are in storage or in the closet on the second floor of my house.....that car was the only thing that was MINE. And now he'll be gone.
I'm weirdly depressed, but just as resigned. I'm too damn practical. Seriously though, someone needs to cut my family a break. I mean, I'm doing great, but they keep getting shit upon. Is this some kind of punishment for being too happy with where I am in life? 'Cause I could definitely think of more than 10 things that make being here really difficult, so if God's up there laughing his ass off, then he's a LITTLE bit of a jerk.
::sigh::
He's going to sell my car.
When I talked to him, I couldn't say anything, because I'm the mature, sensible one and I have to admit that it's the "hey, let's pull together as a family" way to solve the problem, but I'm sad. I've had that car since junior year in HS, and even though it's had WAY too many ridiculous electrical problems, I love that car. I've had many an adventure in that car. Hell, me and Amy made him into one of the central characters in our hypothetical "if our cars were people" manga. (LOL, I can't believe I just typed that, but it's true.)
Probably the thing that gets me most though is that I won't get to drive it again. Had I known I would have given poor old George a proper goodbye, not just assumed he'd be waiting for me when I got back. Truth be told I was going to save up for a new car when I got back to the states anyway, but still. I wanted to be able to do it on my own terms. Plus technically that's one of the only things back home that was MINE. The house my parents live in isn't mine anymore, my mom's house is sold, most of my belongings are in storage or in the closet on the second floor of my house.....that car was the only thing that was MINE. And now he'll be gone.
I'm weirdly depressed, but just as resigned. I'm too damn practical. Seriously though, someone needs to cut my family a break. I mean, I'm doing great, but they keep getting shit upon. Is this some kind of punishment for being too happy with where I am in life? 'Cause I could definitely think of more than 10 things that make being here really difficult, so if God's up there laughing his ass off, then he's a LITTLE bit of a jerk.
::sigh::