Hi all. I'm back from Greece. Chris and I had an amazing time and as soon as I get the chance I will post pictures and share some of our travel stories. For now, however, the trip has not ended on the best of circumstances. I may never see my car again. After spending the last 2 1/2 months without a car, I've come to realize exactly how much I appreciate my car. While I don't drive to work, it's been hard to not be able to do the simplest thing like go to the grocery store. And it's frustrating to always have to depend on public transportation. Besides, Misty is the only car I've ever had and we've gone 26,000 miles together. I had just gotten her back, all fixed up and new. One quick drive back to DC later, the place that took her away from me the first time, and she may be gone forever. Along with all my cd's, much of my camping gear, and I suppose the coins in the change compartment. Ah well, they're mostly pennies anyway. Just like that, I go on vacation and no more Misty. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself right now. She may have been towed, so I may still see her again. But it's looking less and less likely. Do I mourn? Do I tell myself it's just a car? Do I wait and see if they find her? How long before she's truly a lost cause? Tomorrow I take the train home. I guess that's it. Then all I can do is wait and see.
She and I went on my first solo road trips together. I remember the first road trip we took together down to Wildwood. And all the subsequent frisbee tournaments. She's been covered in mud and been filled with sand. I washed her all the time when I first got her just to keep her shiny and new. And then I got her the lei for the rear view mirror that ended up being a horribly sweet air freshener that attracted ants. There was the awful time I got in the accident with her that dented in the passenger side doors. But she came back alright in the end. I recall my first and quickly followed by second speeding tickets. Oops. And the time an old friend and I literally ran into one another when she broke my side view mirror. I remember driving all the way from NJ to VA on 3 hours of sleep to spend a day down at Fool's Fest for the first time. I was so nervous on that car ride since I would hardly know anyone there. Driving to see Chris, driving to visit friends, driving home. She's taken me so many important places. So many car trips have passed with the windows down, the sun roof down and the music blaring. She was a good car and one I will miss.
