Our car is going to be totalled.
SOB.
I wish you could understand why this is incredibly saddening to me.
But it's okay if you don't.
It's just an end to another era. And how crazy that of all times, it would be now.
An era when an eighteen year-old got her first car as a promise her dad made to her years before when he said "You get a full-ride to whatever college you want to go to, and I'll buy you a car." And he did, and I named it "Chin". Because at the time, I was positively obsessed (I was in denial then, but I'll admit it now) with Switchfoot. If you don't know the connection between that name and the car, I promise, I only think slightly less of you. (JUST KIDDING!)
It's a car that has, in the last seven and a half years, taken me to: Tennessee, Maryland, Virginia, Georgia, Alabama, Arkansas, Texas, Kentucky, Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Michigan, Ohio, and North Carolina. (Needless to say, at it's time of "death" it will have almost 100,000 miles on it more than it had when it was purchased.) It drove me to visit a boy I loved on our first summer apart. It was the site of countless impromptu steering wheel and air drumming concerts with okay vocals shared among friends. It was... a huge part of the memories of the last chapter of my life.
It's like the closing of one chapter needed a sound effect - or an impact - that would always stand as a symbol of what was next. But losing Chin and the memories and the significance of that car in my life is the bitter in the bittersweet.
Because the sweet, is of course, the blessing of being offered far more for the car than it is worth by the insurance company. And that it would be now and not earlier, when there's not as much pressure to get one today (though I only have the rental for another week). And that Cliff is a master at shopping for car deals. And that the new car, I am certain, will have it's own memories and journeys and discoveries... it's just a question of what kind to get now. The great debate? Something like Chin (i.e. a car) vs. something a little bigger with room for a (someday, not now, don't worry, we're not pregnant) family.
I like what Molly has to say on the matter (it's the reason she's one of my best friends).
mariagoeswest: i mean, you're life isn't about the commute anymore
mariagoeswest: it's about packing a lot of punch in your big dreams
mariagoeswest: meaning
mariagoeswest: get the suv
mariagoeswest: the space
mariagoeswest: for greatness!
mariagoeswest: : )
mrskneeley: I love you
mariagoeswest: it's about packing a lot of punch in your big dreams
mariagoeswest: meaning
mariagoeswest: get the suv
mariagoeswest: the space
mariagoeswest: for greatness!
mariagoeswest: : )
mrskneeley: I love you
2 comments:
kristine! just read your other news. how exciting!! just wanted to extend blessings towards your new adventure ahead!
oh I get the sentimentality. I remember when my first car was unexpectedly "taken" away from me. My mom tricked me into driving to St Louis (I was still back home in Illinois) in my car and led me to a car lot where there were two cars waiting for me to test drive, same car just two different colors. At first it was exciting to test drive a new-to-me car. But then I realized I was not going to be allowed to take my old car back home. And I was surprisingly attached. I had no idea I was. But now I love the car I have and have had it for almost six years now (and totally prefer it over my hubby's "newer" car), and I'm holding my breath hoping it will keep the odometer from adding up those miles - I know the day I have to part with it (which keeps getting closer and closer b/c of all the driving we do now living in TN), I will be crushed as well. Oh the miles and the trips and the memories. :) - Ashley
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