I remember Christie once telling me that she always wanted to bring presents to someone’s house at Christmas. We were waiting at the train station to Toronto, our exams finished, doing exactly that. Carrying bags with a fondue set, maybe a candle holder, and other assorted miscellany for my parents who already had everything.
As a seventeen-year-old with an adorable baby-face, she was rarely taken seriously as a mature and responsible person. I could tell that having this holiday tradition was her way of feeling like an adult. Not the grocery shopping we would do, not the lingerie she would wear for me, or even the act of love itself, but a family to go to, gifts to give, a house to stay in, a little piece of maturity.
For me, it’s this car.
Not the bills. Not the house. Not the mortgage.
It’s being able to get anywhere. It’s feeling these keys in my pocket and knowing that they’re mine. It’s driving home after class when it’s dark out, blasting a night mix on the stereo. It’s even looking for a parking spot downtown on a Monday afternoon, or getting stuck in traffic.
It’s having all these things that I’ve never had before.
i know just how you feel Jeff. The freedom those keys give you is so great.
I always enjoyed your music mixes for the car. I wonder what you chose to listen to on your way home from the dealership, I can’t imagine you wouldn’t have planned ahead for that.
You’re right…it was Songs For The Deaf, by Queens of the Stone Age. The first song, along with the the open-car-door sound effect, was perfect.
I can’t believe how excited you were for being stuck in traffic last week! It was charming. Although, Ottawa traffic isn’t really all that bad…
Charming is a word I never thought I’d hear used to describe myself. I sure do like it though.
great easy way to carry and hand out the mini moo cards.