I'm a rat pack; I keep old bills, expired driver's license, old car insurance cards, bank statements, old credit cards, even slips/receipts of money remittances I'd sent back home many years ago.
I find it hard to let go of things.
So it was especially heartbreaking to see my baby go today.
I find it hard to let go of things.
So it was especially heartbreaking to see my baby go today.
This afternoon, I said goodbye to my beloved vehicle - a 1999 Plymouth Voyager. I gave it away to my sister. It happened at the Buffalo Border in New York.
Not that I've not been separated from my car. In 2000, I left my baby Van behind when I went back to P.I. And lately, since my stay in Manila has become increasingly longer, I've left behind my reliable Plymouth again.
Me and my Plymouth had seen many roads together. Those travels all over Ontario, to Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, even to Florida Disney world one time, which saw us driving to Southern cities of Virginia, Georgia, the Carolinas.
Me and my Plymouth had experienced many cold and humid days and nights, together. Smooth and snowy rides. Hills and slopes.
The van didn't give up on me, and I didn't give up on her.
There was this time when we were driving to Steubenville from Columbus, Ohio, late one night, after a five hour plane ride from Los Angeles, and my two passengers were sleeping oh so soundly while rain was raging, and I was the only one awake, and my Plymouth kept me company with her smooth, soothing sound and glide.
It's heartbreaking to let go of a friend, my baby Van. But she will be in good hands - with my sister. I hope she keeps her tidy and clean, as I've done through the years. My Plymouth, she's stills sparkling - like a lady in her prime - despite her 12 years on the go.
I'd miss her, for sure.
Not that I've not been separated from my car. In 2000, I left my baby Van behind when I went back to P.I. And lately, since my stay in Manila has become increasingly longer, I've left behind my reliable Plymouth again.
Me and my Plymouth had seen many roads together. Those travels all over Ontario, to Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, even to Florida Disney world one time, which saw us driving to Southern cities of Virginia, Georgia, the Carolinas.
Me and my Plymouth had experienced many cold and humid days and nights, together. Smooth and snowy rides. Hills and slopes.
The van didn't give up on me, and I didn't give up on her.
There was this time when we were driving to Steubenville from Columbus, Ohio, late one night, after a five hour plane ride from Los Angeles, and my two passengers were sleeping oh so soundly while rain was raging, and I was the only one awake, and my Plymouth kept me company with her smooth, soothing sound and glide.
It's heartbreaking to let go of a friend, my baby Van. But she will be in good hands - with my sister. I hope she keeps her tidy and clean, as I've done through the years. My Plymouth, she's stills sparkling - like a lady in her prime - despite her 12 years on the go.
I'd miss her, for sure.
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