I have put myself in a place I haven’t been for in a couple of years, a commitment… a serious contractual commitment. Oh Yes, I bought a car. Ok, I leased it, but I plan on buying it once my three years are up, and getting all those extra warranties and coverage after the three years set me back at lease $90 dollars more from the base monthly price of what I was expected to pay each month. To a girl like me this is huge, I mean, it’s almost a hundred more a month! But I digress, it needed to be done, and I stepped up to the plate…but not without some tears along the way.
Yes, I mean actual tears. This is a major change for me, and unlike those in my age group I have only had one car, a car I went and bought brand new all on my own. I shocked my mom when I came back with a car, back when I was the tender age of 18. I paid Dale (my first car, ex-car, longest commitment in my life) off in five years. I still have engraved in my head the payment amount I made on him… and probably will still be able to recall the amount when I am old and senile yelling ” WE ARE SPARTA!!!… $234.44!” There are so many memories in that car, that parting from him is hard, was hard… I have memories in that car that can never be duplicated. If your mind was in the gutter then you’re absolutely right to keep it there, because those are the memories I’m talking about, but also about the first time I heard a song on the radio with that special guy, where I had my first passionate kiss with the Italian, the last car Scooby was ever in, the car that made it to to Tampa in less than 3 hours to save my mothers impounded car… This car has been my sidekick, and saying goodbye is/was hard.
My first choke up came during my drive home from work yesterday to pick-up my parents to accompany me for the selling of my soul (I figured I should keep them in the loop this time. Any sudden, big surprises at their age is not recommended). I couldn’t believe that this was is it, I was going for a younger and more reliable model. I shed tears for about 5 minutes, when my mother called to ask my ETA, and casually told me to get the sand out of my vagina, “it’s just a car, and it is well overdue.”
Being the ever superstitious child that I am, I brought my good luck charm and protector; a small turquoise corn maiden given to me by my dearest friend Irene.
Hours passed until I was shown the price, and asked what my contribution to my new vehicle would be.
Me: “I will be trading in my car…”
After the paperwork was drawn up that included my dowry of a 2001 Kia Spectra, I knew I had moved on, on paper at least.
And that is when my second massive tear attack happened.
Location: The financier’s office.
Jeff, the financier was pulling out this massive long carbon copy of a paper with the official cost of everything as a break down, and that is when my eyes betrayed me. As he went line by line, I felt a sting, and then I had no other choice than to place my head down, this time my tears where the cause of dry eyes. But my mother yells out “again?!” Jeff the true gentleman that he was gave me a tissue and some drops.
My third mini emotional reactions was today, when I cleaned out everything from my car, to turn in today (they were nice enough to let me have the car last night). I took one last photo of Landon in the passenger seat.
I haven’t really spent any one on one time with the new car, but I have determined that it is a “she”, and until I see how she handles herself on the road I can’t say what her name will be. So far, she is one classy lady.