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Saying goodbye to Sunny…

I think there are times in life when you realize everything is changing. Sometimes it’s for the good, sometimes it’s for the bad. But, either way, there are times when all the signals pointing to change are there.

Sunny the Sunfire gave me 8 wonderful years. But (as you might be able to tell from the peeling paint and the rust), it was time for us to part ways and this morning we bid adieu.

I made this realization today, as I left my trusted Pontiac Sunfire at a dealership in exchange for a new (to me) Chevy Malibu. The Sunfire was my first car and has been with me through a lot: two years of high school filled with back and forth trips to Port Huron for dance practice, five years at Michigan State, a summer in Indiana, a summer in Kentucky and a 12-hour drive that moved me to Minnesota last year. While it was on its last leg, I can’t deny that the car has done well for me.

Selling the Sunfire and getting a new car, though, was more than just a vehicle change. It’s also a signal of change about where life is heading for me. And I think the direction is good. The new car means that I’ve made progress on my student loans, being responsible for the last year and pushing the Sunfire instead of making a new purchase the minute my cap and gown were off. The new car means I’m settling into my new job well. I have stability and enjoy what I’m doing. The new car means there’s a bright future ahead and that things are settling into place where they should be.

The new Malibu is the first in what I’m sure will be a long line of changes. It also signals that I’m going to be warm next winter, thanks to a remote starter!

In the next few months, the BF will be moving out here and we’re looking for a new apartment. Change begets change and that looks to be the next piece in the ever-evolving puzzle. Who knows where the path will go next? Whichever way, I like the outlook so far.

(But who knows? That could be the new car fumes talking.)

On my own…

For most of us, doing things alone is intimidating. Eating at a restaurant, going to the movies, shopping – people are social and flying solo is usually not a fun thing to do.

Which is why people raised their eyebrows when I said I was moving to the city on my own, I’m sure.

I’ve learned to do a lot of things on my own. Sometimes, it’s the only way I ever get out of my apartment. This past weekend, I went and saw a movie for the first time by myself.

It was incredibly refreshing and a little empowering.

I know it sounds silly, but to feel comfortable enough and independent enough to go by yourself to do something normally done in a groupisreally empowering. It’s just a little step, but it means I’m not dependent on others. I’m okay. Maybe even a little brave.

And I like that.

Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! You’re in for a treat this evening…

The past six months have gone by in a blur. I graduated from college, moved 12 hours from home, started my first job, rented my first solo apartment, and bought my first couch, television and crockpot. I left the rural, small town life I was familiar with for a city that’s more familiar with hipsters than hay balers. I’m experiencing true independence for the first time and loving every minute of it.

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