I also just got rid of a beloved car. My Subaru Outback was the first new car I ever bought, was a lovely green color, and was the best car. The mileage was 222,332 when I pulled into the dealer to trade it in for a new Outback. I have never loved a car but I loved this one. It had been trouble free but costly repairs were in the future, and with the world as it is today, I figured it would be best to get something now. I didn’t get to pick what color I wanted because cars are in high demand, but I hope this new car, which is so nice, is as wonderful as my previous one.
Well the Leafs said good riddance to their first round playoff demons, so that's good. Which means I don't have to say good riddance to my playoff beard- yet.
And I can officially let go of my quest to visit the entire contiguous United States, as I went to my 48th state, Idaho yesterday and have now seen a movie in 47 states. And yes, I have plans to cross Alaska and Hawaii off the list.
This isn't a good riddance, because that sounds mean, but more of a come to terms that I'm moving on with a friend group and I think we've officially drifted apart. No real hard feelings, but I just don't fit into that world anymore and I want to go my separate way, which tbh, has been happening for years now.
My cars always become like honorary family members to me, and I thank each one before I give them up. So many life changes happen over the time you have the vehicle, and it takes you to so many memorable places, how else could I feel? I hope your next car brings you as many enriching experiences in a positive way.
Today I am exactly one month away from welcoming my first child. I’m letting go of the idea that I can be 100% ready and embracing the reality of learning as I go.
We got scammed on booking.com on my bday trip to Spain and found ourselves with no accommodation. It all turned out okay. But I am so pissed about it. Money lost etc. You work so hard to have a couple of days off properly and then you end up in such a stressful situation. Good fucking riddance, really. Only good things for this trip from now on, please.
Timely post for me. A few weeks ago had to let go of a truck we've had since 2001, and I'll be including the story in my online zine in a week-ish. We donated away our Ford pickup a few weeks ago, and like your attachment, the truck had gone through heaviness (driving away from our fire-engulfed neighborhood after a futile all night fight in 2017) and wonderfulness (multiple dogs over the years, and trips to the Wild Horse Sanctuary). Served us well doesn't even come close. Sigh...
This week, i don't have anything to say goodbye to. I've been a bit out of balance mentally lately (i need to learn some ways to let go of things more easily).
Speaking of cars, my parents and i have said goodbye to a few cars during all these years. I remember when my dad wanted to sell our Pride, my second brother wanted to complain to the police that by buying our car, the buyer wants to steal it (Cue his very high emotional attachment to that car😃). And i was mostly angry when we had to sell our Tivoli two years ago (My dad wanted to go on a one-year sabbatical leave in Finland and although the university had promised some money to be paid, it didn't and we had to sell our Tivoli plus some of my mom's jewelry to change to Euros for that leave).
I absolutely feel you, Amber - I believe that our cars become an extension of ourselves, our homes on wheels.🏡 Memories indeed!!
I believe in that almost Christine-like osmosis between us humans and our cars- woo-woo for sure, but I’ll admit it! 😊
Um…can I give up feeling strange I don’t feel anything giveupable?! 🤪 I think it’s okay to be okay for a moment…even in these times. And it’s always okay NOT to be, too.
We are in the process of moving and have been saying goodbye to furniture, books, clothes and knick-knacks that no longer serve us. Our neighborhood is very walkable, so we've put everything on the curb. I sent out a curb alert to our neighborhood listserv, and neighbors have made their way over to snatch up what belongs in their homes. It's great to see everything find new purpose, and it's been fun watching people peruse the boxes at the end of our sidewalk while I'm working. One woman aggressively found all the art supplies, reboxed them, and marched back down the street with the kind of joy that I usually see in the toddlers who spot our undersized black cat.
I am proud of your letting go of your car. I’m holding tight to my 2006 Corolla.
I got really sick on Friday, and canceled everything all weekend (I am a person in constant motion and always over scheduling), then took TWO days off from my teaching job (typically I work through sickness) and holed up inside my sanctuary of an apartment.
So this week I let go of my need to be responsible and ushered in time and space for ME.
Sending love and appreciation out to all of you 🙏🏻
I also just got rid of a beloved car. My Subaru Outback was the first new car I ever bought, was a lovely green color, and was the best car. The mileage was 222,332 when I pulled into the dealer to trade it in for a new Outback. I have never loved a car but I loved this one. It had been trouble free but costly repairs were in the future, and with the world as it is today, I figured it would be best to get something now. I didn’t get to pick what color I wanted because cars are in high demand, but I hope this new car, which is so nice, is as wonderful as my previous one.
Well the Leafs said good riddance to their first round playoff demons, so that's good. Which means I don't have to say good riddance to my playoff beard- yet.
And I can officially let go of my quest to visit the entire contiguous United States, as I went to my 48th state, Idaho yesterday and have now seen a movie in 47 states. And yes, I have plans to cross Alaska and Hawaii off the list.
This isn't a good riddance, because that sounds mean, but more of a come to terms that I'm moving on with a friend group and I think we've officially drifted apart. No real hard feelings, but I just don't fit into that world anymore and I want to go my separate way, which tbh, has been happening for years now.
Sometimes friendships run their course and we can appreciate them for what they brought to us and make space for new humans to enter our lives.
My cars always become like honorary family members to me, and I thank each one before I give them up. So many life changes happen over the time you have the vehicle, and it takes you to so many memorable places, how else could I feel? I hope your next car brings you as many enriching experiences in a positive way.
Today I am exactly one month away from welcoming my first child. I’m letting go of the idea that I can be 100% ready and embracing the reality of learning as I go.
Awwww...it's so hard to let go of the family car. I wrote about this feeling for the LA Times. You actually grieve! Mine was 17, full of baby seat car puke stains and glorious memories. RIP to yours—may its memory be a blessing! https://www.latimes.com/lifestyle/story/2024-04-15/why-do-we-grieve-when-our-cars-die
We got scammed on booking.com on my bday trip to Spain and found ourselves with no accommodation. It all turned out okay. But I am so pissed about it. Money lost etc. You work so hard to have a couple of days off properly and then you end up in such a stressful situation. Good fucking riddance, really. Only good things for this trip from now on, please.
Sending excellent trip vibes from here on out.
Timely post for me. A few weeks ago had to let go of a truck we've had since 2001, and I'll be including the story in my online zine in a week-ish. We donated away our Ford pickup a few weeks ago, and like your attachment, the truck had gone through heaviness (driving away from our fire-engulfed neighborhood after a futile all night fight in 2017) and wonderfulness (multiple dogs over the years, and trips to the Wild Horse Sanctuary). Served us well doesn't even come close. Sigh...
This week, i don't have anything to say goodbye to. I've been a bit out of balance mentally lately (i need to learn some ways to let go of things more easily).
Speaking of cars, my parents and i have said goodbye to a few cars during all these years. I remember when my dad wanted to sell our Pride, my second brother wanted to complain to the police that by buying our car, the buyer wants to steal it (Cue his very high emotional attachment to that car😃). And i was mostly angry when we had to sell our Tivoli two years ago (My dad wanted to go on a one-year sabbatical leave in Finland and although the university had promised some money to be paid, it didn't and we had to sell our Tivoli plus some of my mom's jewelry to change to Euros for that leave).
I absolutely feel you, Amber - I believe that our cars become an extension of ourselves, our homes on wheels.🏡 Memories indeed!!
I believe in that almost Christine-like osmosis between us humans and our cars- woo-woo for sure, but I’ll admit it! 😊
Um…can I give up feeling strange I don’t feel anything giveupable?! 🤪 I think it’s okay to be okay for a moment…even in these times. And it’s always okay NOT to be, too.
Love to you, Amber and LITD fam! 💕
We are in the process of moving and have been saying goodbye to furniture, books, clothes and knick-knacks that no longer serve us. Our neighborhood is very walkable, so we've put everything on the curb. I sent out a curb alert to our neighborhood listserv, and neighbors have made their way over to snatch up what belongs in their homes. It's great to see everything find new purpose, and it's been fun watching people peruse the boxes at the end of our sidewalk while I'm working. One woman aggressively found all the art supplies, reboxed them, and marched back down the street with the kind of joy that I usually see in the toddlers who spot our undersized black cat.
I am proud of your letting go of your car. I’m holding tight to my 2006 Corolla.
I got really sick on Friday, and canceled everything all weekend (I am a person in constant motion and always over scheduling), then took TWO days off from my teaching job (typically I work through sickness) and holed up inside my sanctuary of an apartment.
So this week I let go of my need to be responsible and ushered in time and space for ME.
Sending love and appreciation out to all of you 🙏🏻