So, yeah. The car that I bought in 2004 specifically because we were building our dream house at the end of a class 6 road and I needed an SUV. Sylvia (yes, I name my cars— blame it on Allison) carried me through the journey of building Soliden, experiencing ArtFest, leaving my corporate job, taking art classes, selling paintings, starting Squam, ending a marriage, living on an 1800 acre farm, moving to a new city.
She was there for all of it with the dogs in the back making sure she always smelled like dog.
She was a great car who had been through SO much with me– oh my god, the 168 inches of snow we survived together (not an exaggeration, 168 inches in winter 2009 it was insane) — and I felt like I was abandoning her (that’s a freebie for all you psychoanalysts out there). But Dave’s perspective was just the fresh attitude I needed and boom.
Here I am with a 2013 rig. She is the most gorgeous shade of red so I named her Georgia– and it does feel like my exterior now reflects my interior. It’s a whole new world.
*And for those of you who have a tough time understanding my relationship with Dave, my ex-husband, I think this gives you a glimpse of how we continue to support each other. (Yes, sometimes I am the one helping him re-frame a situation that is stressful). What can I say?
If there is one thing that I am most proud of in this world, it is my relationship with Dave. I am inordinately proud of both of us. People have said to each of us at different times, “the hell?” and then launch into the most vitriolic stream of experiences with the person they were once married to.
Somehow, that was more normal. You loved someone, married them, divorced them and then hated their guts. I don’t know– that just doesn’t make sense to me.
I love Dave. I will always love Dave. It was our marriage that ended. How can you go from loving someone to hating them? I don’t think I will ever understand that. I will always care that he is well, that he is happy. I will always be a friend to him should he need a friend. I honestly cannot imagine it any other way. And the fact that he knows me better than anyone walking this planet and loves me to my core keeps me standing on days when I am being hit by relationship storms that are not grounded in the same kind of honesty and unconditional love.
We left the marriage but carried out the friendship– it’s a beautiful thing. I have thought to write our story for the Modern Love column that The New York Times runs. (I’m not saying they would take it, I’m just saying I’ve thought to write it).
The first line would be “three months after our divorce my husband registered for Match.com and I created a vision board . .” or something like that.
Man. How the hell did I get here? Relationships. Cars. Is this just an American thing– the role our cars play in our lives? Or is this just me? Did you ever get sentimental about a vehicle?
P.S. right now it smells SOooooo good. I am taking bets on how long that’s gonna last.