i was one month away from turning 16 & had been up visiting a friend at Notre Dame when i got home and spotted a Jeep in the driveway. adorned with a big yellow bow the size of Texas, i immediately screamed, jumped out of the car i was in, & ran toward the Grand Cherokee that would become my most reliable relationship for the course of 13+ years.
this 4x4 beauty has taken me on countless trips to the country— 12 hour drives back & forth to undergrad in Nebraska, a trek across the country to California when i decided i should spend a semester out West, a two-year stint in Manhattan (KS), & so many day more miles in between.
for almost half of my life, this ride has been there through so many physical & emotional storms. we’ve made it through new relationships, heart breaks, music-blaring-end-of-the-night karaoke parties of one, friendships, friday night light adventures, errand runs, the hauling of furniture, moving days, & even the everyday schlepping around of goods.
sure, we haven’t always been on the best of terms (read: we’ve paid for this car at least three times over), but there’s no doubt my 2001 SUV, the one that holds 158,000 miles, has safely transported me from point A to point B more times than i ever gave credit.
today, after much thought & consideration, i’m trading her in.
i’m way more emotional about it than i should be.
when’s the last time you spent 13 years with a selfless object?
i’ve created so many memories with so many great people in this hunk of metal, & while i’ve been looking forward to a new change, i’m not sure i’ll ever be prepared to say my last goodbyes.
my little Jeepy, i know you’ll soon be crushed, but you’ll be in my SUV-lovin’ heart for a long while.