Farewell to the Saturn
It's not quite gone yet, the car donation towers have not come to take it away, but pretty much all the personal stuff of mine in the car is gone. Only stickers that won't come off without damage are there.
It's kind of bittersweet, I mean, it's just a car, but it has been a part of my life for 12 years. For 12 years it's kept me safe, despite being driven in some very icy conditions that, perhaps, it should not have been out in.
It took me across this country from Boston to here. It's taken me to every horse show. It's taken my parents and me all over the Pacific Northwest. Maybe not in the lap of luxury, but it was always a reliable and dependable car.
Part of me feels like a traitor for not using it until it was all used up, but then part of me feels like it was time to move on, or start paying car payment amounts of money on repairs. 12 years and 136,000 miles.
That little car did well by me.
Maybe it will have a good little second life as a first car for a high school, or college aged, kid. Spirited Spirit going along as always. How weird would it be to pass it on the highway and know by the stickers that it was my old car? It'd almost be the same kick to the gut of seeing an ex out with their new lover.
I wonder why I get so attached to inanimate objects that have no thoughts or feelings?
It's kind of bittersweet, I mean, it's just a car, but it has been a part of my life for 12 years. For 12 years it's kept me safe, despite being driven in some very icy conditions that, perhaps, it should not have been out in.
It took me across this country from Boston to here. It's taken me to every horse show. It's taken my parents and me all over the Pacific Northwest. Maybe not in the lap of luxury, but it was always a reliable and dependable car.
Part of me feels like a traitor for not using it until it was all used up, but then part of me feels like it was time to move on, or start paying car payment amounts of money on repairs. 12 years and 136,000 miles.
That little car did well by me.
Maybe it will have a good little second life as a first car for a high school, or college aged, kid. Spirited Spirit going along as always. How weird would it be to pass it on the highway and know by the stickers that it was my old car? It'd almost be the same kick to the gut of seeing an ex out with their new lover.
I wonder why I get so attached to inanimate objects that have no thoughts or feelings?