Yes, I am writing a letter to an inanimate object, a materialistic item. This may be true, but this letter contains things that cannot be left unsaid. Your first car. Used or new, imagine your first car. It’s like, all of a sudden, you become a first time mother. You document each new moment you have, its first wash, its first road trip. You are a proud mother, and when your car hurts you hurt. You cry at each new dent, and each new scratch. It happens. Like I said, your car is your new baby. Sometimes you even give it a name. Mine just so happens to be goldilocks. With that being said, I have a few things I need to say.
Thank you,
For getting me from point A to point B.
Without a doubt, I always arrive where I need to be in a safe and timely manner. So thank you for that. I know that if I keep ya all nice and healthy, you will return the favor of making sure I get where I need to be.
For keeping me warm, and (in Texas) most of the time, cool.
I can always count on you to keep me warm, when I run to you when it's 35 degrees out. I can count on you to keep me dry when it starts to pour. But I can always count on you to keep me cool on those 10-degree Texas summer days. Your seats may burn my butt, but I know you don’t mean it.
For listening to me sing.
As soon as I sit in my car, I plug my phone into the aux, and things get real. From witnessing me cry to stupid sappy love songs, head banging to some heavy metal, and singing at the top of my lungs to every other song, you sat through it all.
For letting me pack you to the brim with all of my crap.
You have stayed by my side since my sophomore year of high school. You have been stuffed with musical instruments, sweaty athletic clothes, and whatever else will fit. Then we went to college. Oh, college. You held on tight when I managed to pack a dorm load of stuff, while we headed to good ol' Denton, Texas. But I couldn’t appreciate you more, when I got to pack you back up and head on home for the holidays.
For sitting seven comfortably
LOL. But seriously, you have accepted being the “mom” car and it's totally cool. I’m one of the few friends with an SUV, so I mean I just accepted the fact that I would be the one to drive. I don’t mind it though; car rides are where some of the best memories are made being complete idiots with your best of friends.
I’m sure I could go on and on with different ways to say thank you. Parting with you is something I don’t even want to think about yet, but I know the time will come. I know that you have always done your job, and we have had some good times, you and me. As this article comes to an end, I can’t help but think how weird it is that I’m becoming emotional about a car, but like I said, your car is your baby.
