So, we here in BY Universe have always prided ourselves on being lean and
efficient. No junk, frills or extra stuff. If it is not used within a month,
then it gets packed up and given to “somebody who needs it more.” (
Editor’s
Note: I have successfully stockpiled/hidden my old pacemaker boxes away
that cannot be found. One day they will come in handy.)
So it was only a matter of time when our fleet of vehicle s would be trimmed
down to more efficient levels.
And, so just this past Monday, the 4Runner has been sold to a better home.
**sniffle, sniffle** I knew that this day would come, when I would have to sell
off another piece of my bachelor days. I knew and still though that I could do
this, without getting weepy.
Turns out, I was wrong…. sort of. I am still getting a little misty eyed
over the “downsizing”
To review, I have had this car for 13years. I bought it myself as a med
school graduation gift. I still
remember going with Greg to pick it up. I
remember driving it through the streets of Atlanta for 3 years. I remember
dating Charmaine in it. Even having some tense/deep conversations about our
lives. I remember taking Hamilton down to Tampa to live, and another 3 years
down there. Driving him to dog parks, with his head hanging out the back hitch
window. I am pretty sure I drove it to the restaurant in St Pete to celebrate
my engagement. I remember driving it back up to Winston for a year. Buying a
trailor hitch in the process and moving. I remember buying bikes with
Charmaine. I remember driving her pregnant self to Baptist to start the ghetto
echos that would make up this blog. I remember driving down to Wilmington, with
Ham in the way back to move into the GM. I remember missing the Market street
turn off, and somehow winding up in Wrightsville Beach in the middle of the
night. I remember taking the Pizz to daycare in the mornings, playing games and
singing to Bieber. (Whew! Glad we don’t sing to him anymore). I remember
hauling stuff to the beach house. I remember making the Kizzles wash it to keep
it clean. I remember how, whenever we pulled into the driveway, someone yelling
“There’s Daddy’s car!”
Whew! Its pretty funny how a piece of machinery becomes a useful/dependable
part of ones life. I guess I’m not a bachelor anymore!
