My parents returned to Florida today after a few weeks back in Colorado celebrating the holidays with my Gran’ma and after spending the evening with the kids while I was at work, when they finally headed to their place, they drove off with a little piece of my heart. No, not with one of my children but with my car!
Previously they were driving my grandmother’s very old car and the plan was always for them to take my old car whenever we got a new one. So, when we got “My New Ride” we traded in my grandmother’s car and my former car is now my parents current car.
While I am more than happy with my new car, I LOVE my old car. It’s not just a car, it’s a part of my life! It is the only car I’ve ever had. I got it when I was 17 and it had 6 miles on the odometer when I drove it off the car lot.
I’ve had that car longer than I’ve had hubby. It is older than all my children combined. It took me to college and brought me home for the summer. It moved me across the country five times and waited patiently for my return from living abroad. It took us home on our first day as a married couple. It brought Sugarplum home from the hospital and has taken us on numerous family adventures.
I know it’s weird to be so emotional about a car, but few things have been in my life for so long. And nothing has been through so much of my journey with me! I realize it’s only going to my parents house across town and I can visit any time, but it’s just strange to not have it anymore.
I totally understand the emotional attachment to your car. My first car had a name: Simon the Civic.
I never named the car, but it was definitely like a great friend (and has been there as many people-friends came in and out of my life!)