New Years Eve was a blur.
Not because of too much libations, but rather that it has been a hectic few days.
This is the last moment that I spent with my old truck. It may seem silly that I have to be sentimental at this moment. I've always had too much emotional attachment to inanimate objects.
I think this attachment isn't so much to the item itself but rather to all of the memories that are associated with it. This vehicle took me on many adventures as well delivered me safely to and from medical school. The urban setting wasn't truely what it was designed for but it stepped up none-the-less. My car has been part of all my days through residency as well as fellowship, up to this point. I was going to hold on to it one more year but financially, it made sense to change now...one of those deals you just can't turn down from a dealer trying to clear his lot of 2004 models.
Anyway, there is a big roadtrip planned for next fall and I don't think my trusty ol' truck would make it. I likely would have had to abandon it somewhere more hostile. Best to just say, "Thanks for keeping me safe all these years."
I know it is personification but it still stings. I'm learning that life is made of transitions and this is just a small one. There is no doubt that the New Year will be no different, but luckily not all changes involve good-byes.
Peace to all in the New Year.