Goodbyes are never fun. They're often one or more of the following things: sad, awkward, too long, unwanted. Today I had to say goodbye to my first big girl car, and let me tell you, I was not expecting the emotional wave I felt when the trucker drove off with . Sure I joked to Webb that I was going to cry, but I honestly did get misty! I mean let's be real, it's a bunch of metal and glass which I leased (i.e.: didn't own) for 29 months. I wasn't expecting to have grown so attached.
Maybe it's because of all the memories, or maybe it was because it symbolized my first "grown up" purchase. I remember so vividly in early October when the dealership dude rolled my brand new car into our driveway. She was all shiny, and new, and MINE. She was also my ticket to the big ol' west, and 2 weeks later I packed that puppy up and drove her across the country with my dad. Two years after that, I packed her up again (albeit with a little more stuff) and moved up to NorCal. Today, the Mazdarati makes her journey back across America to where she started, the same driveway in New Jersey.
She'll have a good home with my family. I'm not sure she liked being parked alongside the urban campers of Haight Street. Still, no Zip Car, BART, or Muni will ever replace my mobile closet. See you in Waldwick!
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| Oct. 2010 - ready to leave NJ for CA |
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| Saying my goodbye! You've been good to me! |
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| Boarding it's second cross country trip :( |
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