Saying Goodbye

Almost every American teenager's dream is to get a car for their 16th birthday and I was one of the very lucky people for whom this dream came true. When I turned 16 I got a car from my grandfather, just as he had promised me for years. It wasn't brand new and wasn't the coolest car ever but over the last two and a half years I've grown rather attached to my 1999 Mercury Sable. I've even named him- Baby Blue. Baby Blue has been with me through thick and thin… late night drives with friends, the 45 minute drive each way to high school, hours of driving while listening to sad music as I tried to cure my broken heart, my first road trip. I always knew that there would be a time when we had to part, but I never thought it would this soon. I got the news today that my car is being sold… in fact, there are already people interested in him.

When I heard I honestly became choked up. I'm bringing a car to school next year and I never thought any car but Baby Blue would make that nine hour drive with me. I'm really sad about it, but I am also really excited. I'm getting a new car to bring with me. Something a little "nicer" my dad says. I guess the thing that upsets me most is that I won't get to see him one last time. I know, I know- just a car. But like I said there are a lot of memories. I never knew that the last time I drove at home was the last time I'd see Baby Blue. So Baby Blue, this post is dedicated to you- I hope your new driver loves you just as much as me.

Love SGPG

PS: If you want to break down the first time your new driver takes you out in spite that is fine with me. :)