In Good Hands

On top of all the sad emotions that come with moving and leaving behind the people and places I've come to love so much, I've been preparing myself to sell my 1992 Toyota Camry aka Hero. That car really has been a hero. The fact alone that I was its owner, a girl who barely remembers to get oil changed and who considers it a common occurrence to run into garage walls, makes it a hero. In my three and a half years of owning it, the only problem has been a leaky roof and an old alternator. So I was a little sad at the idea of giving it to a car auction, letting strangers stare and poke and judge it with little forgiveness for its minor flaws.

Then came a little miracle for today. My friend, Tyler, said that he would just take it for me and fix it up and then sell it to a nice person. Granted, my car will still be going to a stranger, but it just feels so much more comforting. It's like I've just been told my childhood teddy bear is going to a niece or nephew instead of Good Will. And that is my happiness for today.

And Hero, I hope whatever comes next for you brings you a lot of adventure with lots more oil and lots less garage walls.