Wednesday, it was my 34th birthday. But I wasn’t feeling very “birthday-ish”, despite all the loving well-wishes via facebook and twitter and text and social media and phone calls.
Why? Because my beloved car, Samus, was totaled in accident at the end of last month. A fluke accident of someone flying through a solid red light and hitting my little clown car in an intersection as I was making a left turn at the green light.
Thankfully, I am fine physically but unfortunately, my little car had to die for me to live. My little car that I loved and doted on. My little car that I somehow unwittingly used to define a portion of my personality. Now that hole is being keenly felt in the search for a new car. I have been comparing it to first love. You never forget your first love, no matter how many years have passed, or how very in love you are presently. I think it will be the same for me and my car. Continue Reading