And not that I’m trying to harp on this. I’m really not. But of course I get all emotional and just start thinking too much into things. See those two cars? Why do they feel like they are such a part of who we are? Well, I guess because they are. Those two cars belong together. Why, you ask? Well, those are our cars from high school. That white truck is the truck I’d wait anxiously for in the high school parking lot. It’s the truck that would make my heart race when I’d hear it pull up in my parents’ driveway. That Camry? It’s the car I got taken away when I got mixed up with the wrong crowd. It’s the car my best friend and I would drive aimlessly around Raleigh in dreaming about well, now.
And now they’re both goners. They’re fixable, sure. But I just can’t help but wonder how much longer we’ll have either. And it makes me a little sad. It’s as if as long as we have those cars I can still feel the high school versions of ourselves floating around. I realize I probably sound crazy. But do you get me at all? I can still see him pulling up in the lot a few spots over from me before we were even dating. He’d come over to my car and sit in the passenger seat while I tried my best to dodge conversation with him.
That Camry? It dying is practically the reason J and I are even married. He stopped early in our senior year while my mom and I were waiting on the tow truck. He stopped and everything changed. So forgive me if I’m a little emotional about our cars dying. Forget the money part of it (which don’t get me wrong has me stressed to the max). I’m just sad.