Yes, yes the rumors are true. I traded in my wonderful car that I drove for 11 years in for a minivan(aka The Mommy Missile). The Buick served its purpose well and it was time for a new car but I can’t help but feel a little sad that I left my car all alone in that parking lot. It just seemed so strange to leave her there. I don’t know why I had it in my head that I was going to keep her. Why do we need 3 vehicles? It made perfect sense to save some cash and trade her in but I’m feeling a little sad and sentimental about the whole transaction.
When I graduated from college in May of 2005 I didn’t have the time between finishing my senior year and venturing off on my own to buy a car. My only option was to ask my dad to find me a car. I told him I wanted to drive a nice little SUV with lots of space. Price didn’t matter to me at the time. I was already swimming in student loan debt and didn’t have a job. What’s one more bill?
I could not have been more disappointed when my mom called to tell me dad found me a car. It was a Buick Century. Really? Are you kidding me? Do you know the average age of someone who buys a Buick? It most surely is not near the age of 22.
I was disappointed but I was also grateful. Dad got a steal of a deal on two Buick’s (one for my mom). He, like any good dad, made sure that the car he got was reliable and had an affordable payment. Once I found out that I had a CD player and radio controls on the steering wheel I was pretty excited. Beggars can’t be choosers.
This was the car that I left my parents house driving 11 years ago and moved all of my belongings to Colorado to find my place in the world.
This was the car that I got my first job in and slid on the ice in the parking lot and got in my first “accident”.
This was the car that I sat in for hours in the middle of the night talking to a really cute boy.
The was the car that I laid a big fat wet one on that chatty boy just to shut him up.
This was the car I drove to the airport to pick up that same boy when he asked me to marry him.
This was the car WE drove when we moved me out to Portland, OR.
This was the car we used to drive our newborn babies home from the hospital.
This was the car that has faithfully been an amazing sound booth for my signature diva singing.
This was the car where I taught my daughter how to belt like a woman.
This was my car. The only one I’ve ever known to be my own. I think it’s okay for me to be a little sad that she’s gone. BUT it’s just a car. After 11 years of having no cup holders I’m pretty stoked to find that in my new van I have 8 cup holders that I can use from the drivers seat. That’s so amazing!
Bye, bye Buick. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for never breaking down on me and for being cheap when you did need repairs so I could buy more shoes. You were so good to me when I was driving you and you were good to me when I traded you in for way more money than I would ever pay for you. I am thankful for the time we had together and I will never forget your faithfulness.