Farewell to an old Friend.

I know I must say this to open up every new post I write, but this move truly is becoming more and more realistic...so much that it almost starts to feel unrealistic. Does that make sense? Today is somewhat of a sad day for me as I am bidding farewell to an old friend of mine, this friend has been there for me these past few years on so many occasions, the melancholy is settling in.

As I've stated before, the only things I really plan on taking with me to Germany are my clothes. At first I thought I would be taking my dear car with me as well, but I've decided against that and as a result I've sold it. My SAAB and I have traveled over 50,000 miles together, and although all 50 thousand of them may not have been the most pleasant of memories, I will surely take with me only the good lessons they taught me. Together we have been through many agonies, pleasantries, women and girlfriends (not sure if most of those were agonies or pleasantries), friends, cities, states, days and nights, and times apart. I think that perhaps the reason I've had so much emotional attachment to it is because of my time spent overseas with the Army. That's ironic.

I remember that while going away for my deployment I wondered what it was that I would miss the most. I soon found out. While stuck in a shit hole missing out on being 22, it was obvious that I longed for my family, friends, and then-girlfriend greatly. But of all the material things I had left behind, my SAAB was what I missed the most. It represented the liberty I no longer had, and it also represented the liberty that was awaiting for me during my homecoming. One of the most treasured rights and pleasures I've had in my life has been my ability to drive; to be on my own, go where I wanna go, when I wanna go...that's the life for me.

As I move on to another exciting chapter in my life, I begin closing the one I've been on for so long. Even though I wish I could recount all the memories I've had with my dear car, I will always remember things such as making spontaneous road trips to the beach or far away states with friends in each seat, me singing my fucking lungs out while alone, the one emotional tantrum I threw a few months back when Nick was there (thanks buddy), driving throughout campus with Edward in the winter when it snowed and throwing snowballs at pedestrians, the times I don't remember being in my vehicle, and last but CERTAINLY not least, the tens of traffic tickets I got out of for having my Iraq War Veteran bumper sticker on the back :-) That thing was lifeline!

Cheers to you ya old rag! I hope the next one treats you better than I ever did. Auf Wiedersehen!!!