OK long unnecessary post warning, if you've gotten rid of your first car and felt all the feels about it then das me rn (also super pumped about what's parked in my garage atm but that's a given). I've had this car since I was 15. It holds so many laughs with my best friends, secrets told and kept, screamed song lyrics, break-up tears and loving hand holds. It symbolizes so many memories of my transition as a teenager to a young adult.
As each new year has come and gone, I've felt this car age a little faster than me. Sometimes she didn't start. Sometimes she jerked like she was about to choke (and did a couple times). She has scratches and paint marks from ~12 years of bad park jobs, blind spots, and unforeseen trees (I'm being serious), crumbs from fast food I swore I'd never eat in my car, stains from drinks that weren't fully closed, and loose change and Bobby pins lost beneath the seats.
This Santa Fe was my shadow during the most transitional years of my life. I'm sad to see her go considering I knew her dimensions to a T (no back up camera to assist me, this bad bitch had to be parked using only my eyeballs) but I've moved on to her more handsome and younger brother (eek!). I'll miss her quirks cause she was my first love. ❤ #inowhaveabackupcamera #nomorejokesaboutmycarkey #ifyourememberthesoftballyoudarealMVP #nomoreeatinginmycar #donttouchanything #ifeellikeiboughtaspaceship #somanylights #shineyhiney