When Kev and I got married one of the first major things we did was get rid of my crappy Volkswagen and we bought a Subaru Outback.
I love that car.
It’s really the first car I’ve ever owned that I really loved in any way.
(Well, I did love my first car, but I only loved it because it actually was a car. Not because a Nissan Sentra, that I affectionately called “the tin can”, was amazing or represented me or anything.)
Anyway, the Outback was my car. And I love it very, very much.
But we parted ways this week.
Our break up has been a bit painful for me, but we really were just in different places in our lives.
Specifically, my life requires more room these days.
I could fit Tom, baby girl, my hub and my dog in my car — but it would be pretty cramped for Kevin.
Mainly because Kev already didn’t really fit in the car with us.
So, my Sube and I parted ways amicably and I moved on to a mini-van this week.
(The mini-van is my rebound. But I think we may work out.)
It’s huge. I feel like I’m driving a tank.
But Kev loves it. Tom loves it.
In fact, Tom asks to play in it everyday.
Not going for a ride. No, he actually wants to go in there and play and run around.
Yeah, he can run around in it.
It’s quite awesome.
I’m liking it.
I’m getting used to it, I should say. It’s just so different!
But it’s good and now we’ll all be able to fit comfortably in one vehicle — so I’m thrilled!
Plus, the Sube and I will still be friends.
(And Kev promised he’d get me another one.)
((Once our kids are done with college.))