Saying Goodbye Is Never Easy
After my no good, extra crappy, waste-of-time day, I knew sticking my head in the sand wouldn’t fix the problem. But that’s what I did anyway.
Luckily, I have both a daddy and a husband who sprung into action. My daddy got his van fixed while the husband and I were in Kansas City. And while I’m in the middle of working three nights in a row, the husband is getting all the zillion stickers one’s car needs to be driven around Chicago.
But my beloved 2002 Honda CR-V is going bye-bye. My daddy says there’s a chance he can get someone to fix it without us paying thousands of dollars, but I know better than to get my hopes up. I’m just thinking if I can drive the van until we get out of here and to NYC, it will be fine. We won’t need two cars in NYC. Hell, we’ll barely need one car there.
It’s going to be weird to suddenly be driving a different car all the time. I know I’m 27, and some people are on car #3 or even #4 at this point. But this is the only car I’ve ever driven. I feel like I’m losing a friend.
I admit I’m being dramatic, but it’s still sad to me. Everyone has lost something they felt a bit too strongly about losing. It happens.
So now I have to clean out my car, pack it away and find somewhere else to keep it. My yoga bag, my spare pair of heels, etc.
Starting sometime next week, I’ll stop being dramatic. Or maybe the week after that.