I knew it was inevitable from the first day I met her. She was perfect for me... at the time. I was 23 and heading to Tennessee for graduate school and she was mine. My very own car (well, mine and Honda Finance's)! I loved that little car, but even from the first few days, I knew that this car, "Sylvia", would be perfect for only me as she certainly isn't a family car.
And so, last week, I said farewell to my first love. She's found a new home with a nice couple that is tired of gas-guzzling vehicles. Who isn't? If she wasn't a two-door, I'd probably keep her for that very reason; however, two-doors aren't great for families. Two-doors aren't even that great for pregnant women. I drove Sylvia during my final days before Maggie was born and there were days that I wasn't sure I could even get out of the car! Just the idea of shoving a car seat behind the passenger seat of Sylvia gives me a headache. I'm sure I'd bang my head with each attempt, then wonder why Maggie's first word was a curse. So, getting rid of Sylvia was simply good parenting.
We've replaced Sylvia with a much larger "mom" car. No, not a van. A "Nicola-mom" car: a Rav4. Surprisingly, I've forgotten all about Sylvia and the fun we had (which was lots and lots of travels: from Calgary to Tennessee, Arkansas, Florida, Atlanta, and all over Alberta and Saskatchewan). The Rav is proving to be the perfect car for me at this point in my life... just like Sylvia was.

