The weekend after the conference, I totaled my car (4/29). I pulled out in front of somebody I didn't see coming, and thank you Jesus they swerved and didn't hit me, but the front of my car. I got my hopes up that they would be able to fix it, but it just wasn't fixable. I had never felt a kind of heartbreak like that. It was just a car, but it was my little baby, my most prized possession. It was a brown 2009 Impala. Nothing fancy, but it was perfect for me. I still get myself a little worked up over it... as if you couldn't tell already...
So I didn't drive for a while. My mom had to drop my brother and I off at school and I had to get picked up from after school rehearsals. It was weird. I didn't want to drive again before I left, but of course my parents made me. Now I drive just as often as I did in my car. I drive a green 2001 Grand Caravan, which was my mom's old van. It was initially supposed to be my vehicle before my dad got me that car. It's not the same, but it gets me from point A to point B on top of having a working radio and AC/heat. It doesn't have the same memories, but I've created new ones. That was another difficult part of letting go of that car was it felt like I was letting go of all the memories. But I didn't. And now I have many more memories in my van that I had already been creating memories in since I can remember.
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