Today--if I actually do have all the correct paperwork--I am selling my Pathfinder.
It's only the second car I've owned. My first was a 1980 orange Dodge Colt that I drove during college. The Pathfinder was my BYU graduation present. It has hauled me and my gear around since the fall of 1992. Put 164,023 miles on that baby.
I'm finding I'm much more attached than I thought, which is expressing as general hostility as the day of reckoning/relinquishing neared. It feels like I'm selling off the last vestige of my old, single, independent life--so much of which has been obliterated by the changes of the past year. The Pathfinder seems like the last relic of that era. It compares to the uncomfortable feeling I get seeing my childhood playthings tagged for mom's next garage sale.
We'd talked about loaning the Pathfinder to 17 for her senior year, but the offer was rebuffed. I casually mentioned to a co-worker that we were trying to sell one of our three cars. The Pathfinder was the obvious choice while it still had some value.
The co-worker was interested in the Pathfinder for her stepson, so we began making arrangements. Had their mechanic check it out. We wanted to get a Nissan expert to check out one thing their mechanic had noted, but the Nissan dealership here won't look at any car older than 10 years--their policy. (Whatever).
So now the day is here. The buyer just walked over to my desk to say we can go over to the court house whenever I'm emotionally ready. I guess I should rip off the bandage already.
Which relegates me to being a permanent minivan driver. Sigh.
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I (heart) my minivan!!
Yeah, what she said. But I will allow for the possibility that ME's (which she didn't after all, have a part in buying) is less heart-able.
It's the minivan Mike bought right before the ex served him divorce papers (which she didn't mention while they discussed the purchase). Not good juju.
It has leather seats and a CD player, so it's not all bad. Comes in handy when the kids visit.
Nooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What Mel said!
Hugs, ME - some of life's smaller changes are the hardest ones. Especially when set against the backdrop of all the huge ones of the past year or two for you. Hang in there, the Pathfinder is going to live on a farm with lots of room to run and play. ;-)
Guess my old vehicle is being put out to Pathture? Heh, heh.
You're right, though. Given all the past year's huge adjustments, the littler changes--the ones you don't think will tank you--do.
It has helped to know that the PF is giving its new owner a lot more opportunities for work and growth. People are really limited here sans personal transportation.
(thursday morning) I have to ask how are you doing? Besides your transition, how is your weather?? We keep hearing here, via NPR and the local news, that your part of Texas is getting pounded (again!!) I hope you haven't washed away...(unless its down the gulf and into the Bahamas...)
The pounding is happening east of us (Houston) at the moment. We're supposed to get some major rain all weekend. Until then, it will be in the mid-90s and we'll have thunderstorms in the evenings.
Opted to stay home for a much needed mental health day today. Feeling better about the most recent change and like being able to park in the garage.
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