I want to share with you my first love, Internetz.
But it's not exactly *that* kind of first love.
Here, let me show you a picture:
There she is, our very first car. Sure Irish Boy and I had cars before - but for me, my previous cars were always my parents - lended to me only on occasion. But the Beetle, well she was just ours. We picked her up on our first wedding anniversary (totally not planned, but how cool is that?) and she was my dream car.
I'm not kidding, Internetz, a VW Bug was (is) my dream car. Forget fancy sports cars or SUV-whatevers, give me a Beetle and I'm a happy girl.
We had her for 11 years and over 303,000 km (I think that's approximately 180,000+ miles for my American friends). But last week, it was time to put her to pasture.
We've got a new car now...and it's nice. In time, I will no doubt love it like our Beetle. It's probably more practical - bigger, roomier, four doors - planned for our hopes of having a family.
But as crazy as it sounds, I'm in a bit of mourning for my Bug. It was hard for me to walk away leaving her at the dealership, not knowing where she'd end up.
Our wee Bug drove us through 11 years of marriage - she took us on many road trip adventures to the States, throughout Ontario and beyond. The Beetle drove us to the Ice Hotel outside of Quebec City for Irish Boy's 30th birthday (that totally merits another post - such an amazing experience!). She drove us north when we moved out of the city and took me to work each and every day. The Bug became familiar with frequent trips for lattes with dear friends and carried me through countless infertility appointments, wandings, IUIs and more.
The Beetle supported us as we both sat in shock after learning about Irish Boy's IF issues and cradled us as we sobbed. She became my safe place after failed IUIs, giving me moments of solace before wiping away the tears and returning to work as if all was well.
As I type this and think about just how many places - how many memories - that car holds for us - the tears flow yet again like I'm saying goodbye to a dear friend.
What was your first car, Internetz? And does it hold any special place in your heart?
11 years ago, when we picked her up on August 7, there was a (fake) pink gerbera flower in the wee vase on the dash - a tradition of the Beetle.
I kept the flower. It now rests in the visor of my new wheels -- reminding me of all that was sweet -- and keeping me hopeful of what may come.