Yeah, I know it's Thursday night, but I need to talk about Wednesday.
Wednesday morning saw me wake up with the feeling of needing a good cry, which of course baffled me, seeing that there was no reason to feel that way. The strange, melancholic mood lasted all through the day, nagging me at intervals like a worm digging it's way through an apple.
It was only later that night that I realised what could have caused that strange melancholic feeling. I had found out the day before that I would be getting my new ride (yet unnamed) on Thursday evening (that is today) and as I spent the later part of the night clearing Chiquita out (it's amazing the amount of stuff a car can amass in 4 and a half years), I felt an extreme tinge of sadness. After all, she was where I mastered the art of being confident on the road, perfected my skills of changing gears, and she took me around wherever I wanted to go, except for places that I didn't know how to go to. As I was carrying the stuff into my house, I could feel my heart break. You know, as it sinks lower and lower that you can't differentiate it from your stomach. It was the worst feeling, ever. Although I know for a fact that I tend to get very attached to inanimate objects, I never anticipated feeling this way. Ever.
Nevertheless, the deed was done, and for reasons I cannot explain, I chose to remain sad for the rest of the night over having to let Chiquita go (after all, there's nothing I could possibly do with 2 cars as there's only one me) instead of being excited about the new ride. I think I felt the worst when I took her picture- for posterity.
PS: I'm feeling totally fine today, only had a brief moment of sadness when I sat in her, gave the seat a pat and removed a few strands of stray hair (probably caused by me brushing my hair at the traffic light so that i'd at least look slightly human when I reach work) making her empty of all evidence that I was once the owner and thanked her for being nice to me all these years. Just figured that I needed to share this...