So, I sold my Toyota Rav 4 Tonight.  We listed it on Craigslist, had an email 10 minutes later and 30 minutes later it was sold, cash.

I should be,and in some ways am, happy about this.

However, cars are often symbolic. 

 I purchased this car five and a half years ago, at a particular moment in my life.  I was transitioning from my stage management life to my administrative life, I hadn't decided if I was staying with Len or not, I was all about myself and my career and what I wanted.  I bought the car, and proceeded to spend three years running around southwestern ontario, visiting people, camping, going to parties, running from job to job and generally living life as a twenty something. It was a standard , and I loved mastering the operation of it.  It was an awesome car, never a problem with it.  I was in a seven car pile up on one winter morn in Toronto,and only my car drove away from it. I drove over massive snowbanks with it, and Lyndee and I got it stuck at the beach and pushed it out of the snow on our own.  I loved this car with an unholy passion.  It became a symbol of my freedom and independence. It was, and remains, the only thing of any real value that I have bought, paid for and owned on my own.  Yes, I own a portion of my house, furniture, etc.  But, I owned that car outright, it was mine. 

Just before the baby was born, people started to point out to me that the car had 325,000 clicks and a somewhat dodgy clutch and brakes.  This was true, and fixable, but we didn't have the cash, and weren't convinced that it was worth investing the money.

 So, we took it off the road when the baby was born, borrowed my moms car and debated about what we wanted to do with it.  Tonight I sold it to an extremely slick early twenty something gino (italian boy) who knew a lot about cars and was studying to be a lawyer.  He arrived in 30 minutes and paid in cash.  He was hot, and had ridiculously cool shoes and I know that my car will have fun with him.  But I miss it already.

I drove away from my wedding in this car, I went to the hospital in labour in this car and I brought my baby home in this car.  I cried when he left. 

So, now it's really goodbye to the twenties (at thirty one!) and the me me me days.  Sayonara, Adios, Au revoir, I'll miss ya my sweet Rav 4!