My Beloved 2017 Honda HRV… the Best Car Ever!
My dear sweet little girl,
I had a long cry today after waking up at 4am with a bit of buyer’s remorse. I don’t know what I was mourning more– letting go of you or putting a big dent in my savings account.
It’s funny how we call ships “her” and “she.”
I assigned the feminine to you, too.
After buying you in 2017 when you had only 11 miles to your name, I had no idea how we’d become one and the fun we would have. We took care of each other: I stayed on top of your maintenance, and you rewarded me with a really great driving vehicle. To say I will miss you is an understatement.
I know, though, that while your value will decrease in a couple thousand miles as it rolls over to 100k, you will always be my favorite car. This new car doesn’t compare, and while I could have gone with another HRV, I just don’t like the new design. I went for something completely different, and she’s not you, but I will make her my own,,. which she now is.
We become one with our cars, especially when we drive them for a decade or more.
When I left you at the dealership, I was determined not to cry, but now I am in grief. It will pass. I’ve had a boatload of grief this year, but at least you treated me with the respect I deserve.
I don’t think cars go to heaven, only to some scrap metal place once their lives are completely depleted. You’ll be in one of those places one day, too. Who knows? You may outlive me.
But I want to thank you for being the most pleasurable ride I ever had, for being a safe vehicle, for getting me up and down the east coast and just bringing me joy.
You and me… we were one, and now I feel a part of me is missing.
I pray you bring joy to your next owner.
Thanks for the memories!
Amy Walton becomes very attached to every car she owns. While she is in mourning, even though she has a new ride, connect with her at amywaltoncoaching@gmail.com.