SAD

I went to clean out the Explorer today. I didn't let the car see me cry but later on I did. I realized it wasn't about the car but the change a new car represents. That car is the only car I've driven. It took me to Auburn then begrudgingly back home. It brought me to Nashville. It's heard me laugh, heard me cry, heard me sing and sing and sing some more. In fact, I think I truly learned to sing in that car. I've kissed in that car, I've danced in that car. I've gone from cheerleading practice and slumber parties to wedding rehearals and baby showers. From ACT tests and math tutor to job interviews and a half marathon. In short, grew up in that car.

I pulled into the lot and looked for my car. When I saw it sad and damaged and broken, I kind of cringed. It was like going to view a body. I took my time checking every nook and cranny before taking the license plate off. And then I got in the car one last time and just sat. Bye car.

I'll get over it soon. I guess I was more attached to it than I realized and underestimated how sad I'd be to see it go. The car represented the very last bit of my childhood. And now, both childhood and car are no more.