I’m on a losing streak.
First my phone wiped. Then my computer died. Then I was in an accident.
Let’s not even think about the fact that all of these things occurred on a Friday, but just that technology is against me.
Thankfully, no one was seriously injured in the accident, but my body is still quite sore even though it’s been a week. Being t-boned on the drivers side wasn’t very pleasant. Even more, I noticed he was going to hit me right before he actually did, so my body tensed really hard right before he pushed me over the curb and onto a mini hill.
I’ve been devastated since.
I was trying to find a picture from when I first bought my car, but since my computer died a few weeks ago, it made things a bit tricky. Instead, I went down memory lane and was lucky enough to find quite a few car pictures. Well…mostly selfie pictures in my car. At least I have those memories…? Don’t worry, I won’t make you deal with all of those. Just one with me and another set with me niece.
My mum asked me what I was really upset about. That I couldn’t be that attached to a thing. But you know what? I really am. In 2005 I was in my only other car accident – a girl U-turned into the street and I ended up flipping my mums 4runner. What a time. After that, in October 2005, my parents decided to get the car that I would be with for 12 more years. That’s right, my Scion – Fiona – and I, have been together from October 2005 – October 2017. She has been with me from high school through grad school. She’s moved with me from Maryland to Florida, to North Carolina. She’s outlasted friendships, boyfriends, and jobs. She’s really been the best.
I never thought I’d get rid of her. And I know that’s unrealistic. I know it had to happen eventually. I just always thought I would get to choose. I really believed in her. Enough to seriously invest in her in the past 12 months. No joke, when the guy that hit me made sure I was okay, I told him, “you don’t understand how much money I’ve put in my car. I think you just totaled it.” And I didn’t want to be right. It really didn’t look that bad. But a 12 year old car doesn’t hold as much meaning to others as it does to the person who lives with it.
Now any time my hand hurts…any time I open my garage door… and any time I reach for my keys… I wish my black cherry Scion was ready to join me. Unfortunately she’s not, but she kept me safe and has always been reliable…I suppose that’s exactly what I needed her for.
(Ignore my crying, swollen face there. I was saying goodbye. Sucks even more that it looks like she’s fine in this picture.)
Now fingers crossed that there’s no more technology fails for me in 2017.