The freedom of driving has never been lost on me. In fact, lately, I think about driving nearly every day. I am itching to be able to get from one place to another with ease – not only for myself but for my family too. The thought of using public transportation overwhelms my senses; I admire those who can manage it effortlessly!The timing rarely aligns with where I need to go and what I want to do.
Let me back up for a moment.
A few years go, I permanently moved abroad. Since the move, I have had no need to drive, courtesy of my husband. But the desire to be on the move again is growing exponentially. I have random moments of nostalgia driving my old car. The last thing I sold before moving away was my car. It was bittersweet goodbye. The woman who bought it from me needed that same reliable freedom to move about her life. I still occasionally think about her and my old car wondering how many adventures it has taken her on. It certainly took me on enough of them! From Maine to Florida and many places in between, my old two door 2014 Honda Civic was the most reliable thing I owned.The car came into my life right after a divorce that had left my previous car totalled by my ex. And yes, it was truly an accident.
Does anyone still name their cars? Mine was Ross.
Ross, was my freedom. Through the miles Ross has heard my stories, laughs, tears, worries and successes. This little car was meant to be mine. I’ll never forget the day I drove it with Javier, the salesman. During a test drive, he had me park the car and show me all the bells and whistles. Javier and I would end up having a lengthy and deep conversation about life goals. Thanks to social media, we have been able to cheer each other on from the sidelines year after year.
I will also never forget the day I made my final payment on the car and Ross was officially mine. Or the day that I had a little fender bender, where another woman reversed into Ross’ bumper and caused a little spidering of the silver paint. Or the emotional day I said goodbye. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure if this reflection is about my desire for freedom again or a bit of gratitude for an amazing car. I suppose a bit of both. In my final thoughts here, I know I can’t wait to be on the road again. What a privilege it is to be able to just go and have some incredible memories attached to an amazing machine.
I can’t wait to get back on the road again. I will let you know when I’ve gotten my license!
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