Yesterday I had a really emotional day collecting my new car. Now this should be a cause for celebration and while I do feel very thankful to be mobile, saying goodbye to my trusty old Honda was gut-wrenchingly painful.
I have had the same car for the over 12 years. My children have grown up in it and we have gone from sticky fingerprints and baby seats to trips to view prospective universities and driving lessons. My youngest child made his first trip home from the hospital in it, only hours old, filling the interior with his delicious baby smell.
Collecting our gorgeous boxer puppy was one of the best trips we ever made, and leaving him the vets, years later as he lost his long battle with cancer has to be the saddest.
The car has accompanied us on sunny summer holidays, helped deliver umpteen christmas presents and generally been an all round constant in our ever changing lives.
I had become so ridiculously attached to this inanimate object I cried handing over my keys and log book at the garage.
The end of an era.
Written for Stream of Consciousness Saturday, write the first thing that comes into your head following a word prompt. No editing, no overthinking. This weeks prompt is ’emote’.