Jalene Junior is gone.
And it's true, I cried a little bit.
Oh gosh, it's so very sad.
But I keep reminding myself that I have a nice new car that I'm happy with.
And I sold Jalene Junior for WAY more than I thought I could. Ad was listed for less than 48 hours! And technically the guy I sold it to called me 10 hours after I listed it and was sure he wanted to get it.
BUT, I promise you that I will never ever love a car as much as I loved my very first car. Pinky promise you. Aww, the memories. I will miss it dearly.
Even though I'm sad to see my little car go with Jason, it's new owner (a very nice man who I told to take good care of it), I realized the car was only a symbol of memories. Just like it tagged along for all those good times. The best part about it all is all those memories include people I still have in my life who I never have to give away or sell. I get to keep them forever.
My wonderful beautiful amazing friends.
I couldn't just pick one picture. Mostly because it was hard to find one with all 9 of us. There was usually one of us missing.End of our Senior year. We look so young.
This was the day before we all moved away to college. We all cried... a lot.
This is everyone.
And one of my all-time-favorite pictures of my lovelies. I love them more than anything! For realsies.
One of those good friends reminded me today that I have to tell myself my car isn't a human... and I will be okay. Thanks, Whit.
I'll still miss it.
And it's true, I cried a little bit.
Oh gosh, it's so very sad.
But I keep reminding myself that I have a nice new car that I'm happy with.
And I sold Jalene Junior for WAY more than I thought I could. Ad was listed for less than 48 hours! And technically the guy I sold it to called me 10 hours after I listed it and was sure he wanted to get it.
BUT, I promise you that I will never ever love a car as much as I loved my very first car. Pinky promise you. Aww, the memories. I will miss it dearly.
Even though I'm sad to see my little car go with Jason, it's new owner (a very nice man who I told to take good care of it), I realized the car was only a symbol of memories. Just like it tagged along for all those good times. The best part about it all is all those memories include people I still have in my life who I never have to give away or sell. I get to keep them forever.
My wonderful beautiful amazing friends.
I couldn't just pick one picture. Mostly because it was hard to find one with all 9 of us. There was usually one of us missing.End of our Senior year. We look so young.
This was the day before we all moved away to college. We all cried... a lot.
This is everyone.
And one of my all-time-favorite pictures of my lovelies. I love them more than anything! For realsies.
One of those good friends reminded me today that I have to tell myself my car isn't a human... and I will be okay. Thanks, Whit.
I'll still miss it.