Saying goodbye to my first car

Thiscar 

Last night I dropped my car off at the garage in anticipation for getting my new car tonight. 

I’m one of those people who gets overly attached to objects and feels genuinely guilty for getting rid of something. I feel like if I get rid of something, I’m getting rid of the memories. On top of that, I do feel a bit guilty because my Dad bought me it. 

When I first had this car and when I first passed my driving test, it represented freedom for me. I didn’t have to beg my parent for lifts, or hope I could get a lift to a concert, and I could go out whenever I wanted to. 

I went on my first holiday without my family in this car, I drove around for a couple of hours in it after breaking up with my first boyfriend, Tom and I have been all over the place in it, and it’s taken me to so many wonderful places. I’m sure we all have fond memories of things that have happened in cars. 

I’m going to close this blog post out with an on point song recommendation: This Car by Cassadee Pope. I’ve been a huge fan of Cassadee since she was in Hey Monday and her album makes for pretty good car singalong music too. 

Tell me about your first car

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