My absence can be explained in 1 word: adventures. Here’s proof: a couple of days ago, my car odometer rolled to 100,000 miles. I put on every single one of those.
I started thinking about where I was 100,000 miles ago, compared to where I am now. Back then, it was January 2004….I named her “Scarlett Zaza” — which means “red movement” — it’s a red car with a manual transmission.
There was a different boy riding shotgun. I was shopping for my 1st gig out of school in my field of study, as I had just finished my internship and started capstone classes. I was driving around central Illinois farm roads. I used to cruise in an itty-bitty-dot-on-the-map town north of my college to break in my engine (the 1st 1,000 miles are critical to engine health, according to my dad). I wasn’t making the best decisions then, but at 22, I was still trying to figure out me and where I fit in to the world. Fast-foreward 9 years: I’m on the verge of my 32nd birthday and my car is now an orphan. My 1st roadtrip took me to Columbus, Ohio to visit a friend. My last roadtrip took me to a burb of Washington DC with family. It’s driven through 10 states. It’s the same car where I cried from all they way down Illinois 121 after a break-up, went to my 1st job, had my 1st blind *bad* date, and I picked up my wedding dress in it. It was the car that brought me into Wilmington with all the possessions I could fit in it. I get bad gas milage on it now because of all the sand that’s accumulated from surfing (My husband likes to say “Kure Beach called and wants its sand back”). It’s survived 7 moves, 4 relationships – 2 of which where actual relationships…..one was “just friends” and the other we never put a label on…., and 4 jobs. It’s driven down the Magnificent Mile (aka Michigan Avenue downtown Chicago) and the backroads of southern Pennsylvania wine country. I live at the beach with the most amazing man I’ve ever met, who impressed me on our 1st date because he knew how to drive stick. Most of all, I am in a better place physically, mentally, and spiritually than I was when I drove it off the showroom floor in Ottawa, Illinois.
I have come a long way in 100,000 miles.