Got into a car accident yesterday, and I found myself shaken. More so from the potential of everything that could’ve gone wrong, than the actual accident itself. The entire spectacle probably lasted no more than 2 minutes, but every time I think about it, when I went through it, it felt like at least 30minutes. I had one of those moments, where things outside of my purview were moving at regular speed, but inside of my mind, and my bubble, things were moving slug slow.

I haven’t freaked out, and I don’t plan to, but I am sad. I had a real attachment to my car. Maybe abnormally so. I would rub my dashboard and talk to her  (haha), she had a regular name, a nickname for when she was extra nice to me, and a nickname for when she wanted to be a brat. She had a smooth personality, and a feisty side to match her engine. (told you, abnormal) and I’m genuinely hurt that I won’t be driving her anymore.

I was looking for another car, but even then I didn’t want to trade my car in unless I really needed to. Long story short (albeit blogs are sometimes for long stories) I was devastated that I may never get to drive my car again. To my surprise, my grandparents are going to get it checked out, to (at the very least) see what we can sell her for (which is, to me, only slightly better than her being totaled and UN-driveable). At the very least, there can be a few hundred dollars on the horizon, but we shall see.

Anyway, I’m thankful for my health. That I’m not stressed out, or worried about anything. I know that in the end everything will work out for the best, and since my grandparents got me a rental car, I don’t even have to stress or struggle to keep appointments or go to work 😀



That space to fill, be it mouth, heart, or strength of will.


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