// halle.tc

I felt a surprising bite of sentiment when the 18-wheeler took my car away– back to Ohio where SUVs belong. I had been plotting this break-up plan between the car and I for quite some time The insurance. The gas prices. The never-ending pile of parking tickets. It just wasn’t working out. But I still felt a bit emotional as they drove away; and not just because I’m prone to feeling emotional. I was saying good-bye to the car that carried my best friend and I through an 11-day adventure across country as I moved to California. I had never felt more freedom than the day I packed all my belongings and drove away from Trailwood Court, then Cleveland, then Ohio and the entire MidWest, and days later through some of the most beautiful parts of the country. We even spent one night sleeping in the front and passenger seats– although the books and shoes in the backseat prevented a full reclining position– only because it felt safer than the only motel in the middle of Kansas.

The thing about attachments to physical objects is that it’s not really the object you feel for, but rather any memories that are presumptively tied. Fortunately, it’s 3 weeks later and I’m over it. In fact, I’m enjoying my new dependence on the city. Here I am, taking the 38L to work:

(Don’t worry, I’m not turning into one of those bloggers who takes and posts pictures of themselves. I was showing the chatty old man next to me that the phones can take pictures these days).