Driving the car yesterday to the dealership where I would eventually trade her in, nostalgia started to kick in. I didn't realize until then how many memories were made in that car. Long drives to Boston and back. Spontaneous trips to Philly for Pat's cheesesteaks. Converstions, tow trucks, parking tickets, friendships, heartbreaks, and those sing to the top of your lungs because no one else can hear you type of moments.
At the very instant that my new car was pulled up next to the Avalon, I thought "how fitting that I'm trading this car in now". It's almost as if some higher power was telling me to move on...to grow up and finally stop yearning for that time in my life when I didn't have any responsibilities. I could almost hear the Avalon say, "Yes, it's time...it's time for you to have a car payment. And yes, you also now have mortgage payments. And yes, you are also about to get married."
In the midst of this very busy summer and the past two years that have passed by so quickly, time stood still as I handed over the keys. I was taking a step over an imaginary line towards the next phase of my life. I took one last look back...smiled, cried, and laughed inside...and drove off (into the sunset of course) with the new car.
Me and my Avalon. 2003 - 2010 =)
