Last night, Nicole’s car got totaled in an accident. Nicole’s alright, so is her brother. It’s crazy to think of what we take for granted—aside from the obvious, “don’t take life for granted.” That car was much much more than a way of transportation. It was a mobile memory. It is a symbol of the past year from my life. I would bundle myself with blankets, and use my hoodie as a pillow as we went on multiple road trips cross state (and even one out of state) while in the backseat of that car. I would always fight for shotgun, knowing that no matter what, I’d be stuck in the backseat where I was forced to lunge forward in order to maintain a part in conversation. What made the car special was beyond the backseat. It was a year with two of my best friends doing spontaneous things. It was the deer we thought we ran over. It was the obnoxious songs that would play from the broken speakers. It was the fact that it was probably the only ‘93 Dodge Spirit on the road. I will never forget it. RIP, friend.
