On Tuesday we traded in Nick's car for a new one. It was bittersweet. The car was 10 years old with 160,000+ miles on it, it needed new tires and it was a good time to replace it. But it was the car that Nick brought to my townhouse after he first purchased it 9+ years ago, a few days after we first started talking. I still feel like he used the new car as an excuse to talk to me, not that he needed an excuse. It was there when we began our life together.
It is weird to get emotional about a physical possession, but there are so many memories associated with the car. It took us on tons of trips all over the Midwest. You could fit a ton of camping gear into that hatchback car, as we ventured to multiple DMB concerts in WI. It made the trip to the Wisconsin Dells the first time there. It is the car that our animals road in (and there were marks left to prove it). That same car also got me to the hospital when I was giving birth to both of the girls, and then brought them safely home from the hospital. It is the car that we road to work together in each day, first with just the two of us, then as a family of three, and after that a family of four. It is the car that Ellie got sick to her stomach in right as we turned off the interstate to go to work (maybe not the best memory, but still a memory). And all of the wonderful conversations we have had with the girls in that car.
It was a good car. I will miss it.
But I do LOVE the new car!
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