Just like some people and pets creep into your heart, material possessions can also do this.
For me this was my 1st car, a little white Corsa Lite which I drove for 9 years of its 10 year lifespan at that time. When I traded in my Corsa Lite, the salesman realised my immense attachment to my little baby and took this to heart. He found the perfect new owner for the Corsa and even made sure we met before the car was purchased. This meant a lot to me since (1) I did not want my child sitting on a dealership floor getting all lonely and dusty and; (2) I wanted to know that my car was getting a new owner who would love and appreciate him 100%.
I had looked long and hard for my next car and once I found him in Goodwood, Cape Town, it was love at first sight. He was blinking at me in the sunshine and urging me on to “please please take me”. The price on the roof was just over my budget so my heart sank, until I heard the salesman’s voice behind me say rather offhandedly ‘oh that price tag is actually wrong – the price is less.’ Well, there and then, I made it my personal mission to get in, under, on top of that car to check out everything that was checkable. I even had a downloaded checklist which guided me even further. Since I was taking so very long with my epic checklist, the salesman lost interest in me and decided that a fresh cup of Ricoffy was far more interesting and fulfilling. Whilst he left me to get his caffeine fix, I continued with my check. Under the hood, in the boot, under the chairs, under the steering wheel and even under the car itself until I was happy that this car was meant for me. Finally, an hour later, I went to find the salesman with his coffee cup in hand. He barely even lifted his eyes, already assuming that I was passing on the vehicle. So when I said I would like to test drive the Citroen, he nearly split the hot beverage onto his white shirt. I think that if awards were pending, I would have definitely won the award for the best poker face. My face said “agghhh it’s a car, nothing special.” Whilst on the inside my heart was doing cartwheels as this was thee ONE!
And fast forward, 3 days later my terms were met and I drove out of the dealer’s floor with my beautiful Silver Streak, and him and I have been inseparable for the past seven years. Through ups and downs, he was always there to share in my everyday news. He became my confidant, best friend and even dance partner as the music was always playing in our long drives. Whenever life was getting me down, he would wink at me through my lounge window and we would go for a long drive into the wilderness, to clear our heads, sing our songs and find some calmness in the crazy world.
Today became the official day that he became SOLD and I had to hand over the keys and all his car paraphernalia to his new owner. Sounds stupid but this was incredibly hard and heartbreaking. But unfortunately I cannot take him with me. If I could fold him up and pack him into my travelling togbag then I would have that’s for sure. But alas I cannot, so we do what we need to continue on our new journey.
But now for some good news, in 25 days time we can look forward to our transportation needs being met by : aeroplanes, subways, then by buses, a licensed bicycle and hopefully an affordable pick up. Thankfully a silver lining in sight.
In the comments below, let me know what possession you could not part with or had to part with.
Have a beautiful weekend ! Stay Fabulous !!