The one where I tear up in my Mustang

Our time of departure (in the RV) is approaching.  I’m not sure at what rate but I know it’s getting closer.  As such, I thought it a good idea to clean up the Mustang and try to help Ron sell it.  Off to the Wash Tub!  We dropped the car off, went to get some coffee and then returned to collect my newly cleaned automobile.  Driving home I thought to myself,”How pretty my car looks.  Someone’s going to love owning it.”  That’s when I realized that I actually have to part with my car.  Of course, the tears appeared.  I know it’s just a car.  A skillfully pieced together hunk of metal, plastic and glass that takes me from point A to point B.  Somehow, as is true form for yours truly, my Mustang has become more than that.

I bought my Mustang in CA while John was away for Officer Training.   My mom flew to Lompoc to visit me and became worried when she saw how much my Daytona was smoking.  So, we went car shopping.  I picked it out by myself, I got a 1.9% interest rate, I traded in my old car and drove off the lot with my new car.  Actually, I drove off in a dealer demo since I’ve always opposed buying a brand new car.  Anyway, good buddies we (my car and I) became.  I traveled all over the country in that car.  It was also the first car I bought all by myself and paid off all by myself.  There is a part of me that thinks “Oh, I can just store it in my mom’s garage in CO until we are done RVing!” but that defeats the point.  Section 2 is not a vacation.  The point is not to RV for a bit and then come back to this life.  No, in order to properly create a new Section 2 life I have to let go.  I need to change.  I want to cherish what I have and know that even if I separate from my car it still exists and hopefully brings someone else days, weeks, months and years of reliable transportation, just as it did for me.

I miss my Mustang already but I know our separation is for the best.  Replacements exist for most material possessions.  Section 2 embodies simplification and that requires parting with most of my material life.  So, craigslist here I come.

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