Sunday, April 27, 2014

Sunday Confessions: In The Car

Welcome to another Sunday Confessions!


Today's prompt is:
In The Car

So many things happen when I'm in the car.

Over the winter, my beloved car that I'd had since I was 19 broke down.  It was less than 10 day before Christmas. The repairs were going to be expensive and while all car maintenance is expensive, with the money that had been put into the car in the last 2 years it meant that it was time for something more reliable as there were signs that there was only more to come.

Car shopping in Wisconsin in the Winter is one of most miserable experiences I've ever had.  Especially when there is an incredibly tight budget.  I knew I was going to need a new car, I just thought I could squeeze out another two years and so I was incredibly unprepared financially to buy a new car.

In the end, I went two months without a car.

Luckily, I found one.  But then something needed to be done with the old car and I decided to sell it.  I sold it to a man who apparently enjoyed repairing Pontiacs.  As they loaded it up, I misted up.

I'm super sentimental, even about cars.  My first car was chosen for me.  My second car, the one I sold roughly two week ago, was one I made the decision to buy.  The color was not my first choice.  I had it in my head that I wanted something sparkly and red.  But, it was an incredible deal and the car was in wonderful shape.  I was so proud and I loved it.

I cried later that night, silly as that may be.  That car traveled with me through so much in 8 years.

It was my first major purchase with my own cash.

I used that car to move my things into a new place after moving in with my high school sweetheart, who left to go to work one day and just decided to not to come back.  I was 19 and had been fired three days before for the first time in my life.  The car got me to my next interview, my next apartment, and on with my life.

I got my first traffic ticket in that car.  Actually, I've only been pulled over in that car.

I brought home my furry babies in that car.

On the rainy night my nephew was born, I drove across town to pick up my little brother to come spend the night at my house while our Mom was with my sister at the hospital.

My brother learned to drive in a lot of vehicles, but I like to think he got a lot of his hours of experience on the road in that car with me.  He passed on the first try, which is more than I can say for myself.

When my sister turned 21, I drove that car to take her out for the first time.

That car drove me to the airport for my first trip on an airplane alone.

The first time I met Bonehead, I drove that car three and a half hours to get there.

That car drove me to the funerals of some of the people who mattered most to me, including one of my favorite uncles and my grandfather who passed away the same year.

My nephew napped in that car.

I've stolen away for late night goodies with many friends in that car.

I have rocked out to music I loved in that car.

I have cried over many hurt feelings, heartbreaks, and losses in that car.

That car also drove me to many new experiences, fun times, first times and great memories.

Maybe I'm silly this way, but I'll never forget all the wonderful things that happened in the car.


2 comments:

  1. When we bought our SUV I handed over the keys to my first car to my husband, and even though it wasn't going far I still felt sad that it was no longer "mine". Like I was somehow betraying it by trading up. Then again, it didn't have air conditioning, so I don't miss it that much ;-)

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  2. Homes and cars always hold so many memories. It seems like you did a lot of growing up and happy things in that car. I'm glad you found a new car!

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