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Ode to Maybell

When you turn 16 every teenager dreams of their first car. When I found out that I was getting my grandmas 1999 Camry I'm sure I was less than excited. Nothing like getting a grandma car (literally) when you turn 16, right? All my friends got nice new cars and here I was kickin' it in the 1999. Well, I named that car Maybell, got over my selfish attitude, and decided to be grateful that I was given a car at all. 

Flash forward my life to today, now 21 years old, and trying to find a picture when I got my first car. The thing with looking back through YEARS of Facebook photos is you realize how much has changed. I was at least 25 pounds lighter then and had brown hair for cryin' out loud! Last week I found out that after so many great years Maybell was dying. She needed over a thousand dollars in repairs and I decided it was time to start looking for a new car. Looking for a new car is all fun and games until you realize how much money you have to spend as well as finding new car insurance. Becoming an adult was hitting me faster each day and I was in denial. As I shopped around and looked for the best deal I kept coming back to a 2011 Camry. I guess my old Camry made such an impact on my life that I felt like I should keep on with what I already knew was good. To make an extremely long story short, today I bought my first car. I BOUGHT A CAR. I BOUGHT A FREAKIN' CAR! She's a 2011 Toyota Camry and I already love it. It's not the most fancy car and it doesn't have fancy features, but I'm a simple person and this car fits my personality perfectly. I know I will drive this car for many years to come. I plan on doing great things with this car and letting it take me places on my journey that I need to go. 

Now back to Maybell. I never realized how attached I was to that car until I knew I had to leave it at the car dealership. That car has gotten me through the most important moments of my life. That car has witnessed me grow up on a more personal level than any car probably should. That car has seen me graduate high school, healing a broken heart, jamming out to music way to loud, drive to Utah, and become an adult. Words can't express how many things I went through in that car. I have spent countless hours driving to-and-fro and that car has been the best of companions. I will forever be grateful that my first car holds such fond memories of the journey of my life so far. Thank you, Maybell. I will never forget you. 


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