Today, it felt like the PCS officially began. We shipped the first part of the family back to the States.
A car a family member, you ask? Well, sure. To some, maybe to most, it's just a car.
But to me cars always hold a lot of memories. It already has a road trip to Wales with friends and a beach retreat with the dogs under it's belt. It was the shiny new Christmas/birthday present we shopped for after the Audi died on me and provided me some of those comforts that we happily went without while here but, let's be honest, sometimes really miss. Comforts & peace of mind like....knowing the car will start.
It has so many adventures and road trips in it's future in Washington. I can't wait to throw the dogs in there and take them to lakes and mountains and parks. Maybe that's the thing about cars. They are full of memories and stories, like houses, but they can move from place to place and bridge the gap between all of the change. Maybe I get emotionally attached to cars because of all the places they takes us.
And if the car is headed back, then *surely* we are too. See you when we land, Escape. I know you'll be there to get us to our next stop on this wild ride: Spokane!