It happened. Likely the most adult experience of my 28 years of life (or something like that).
It really was time. I mean the Focus (RIP) sat at Drake Garage more in the last three weeks than it did behind the stoop. We picked up my darling car (hindsight makes everything seem sweeter. I'm choosing to only remember the good times in that gold Ford), and drove off to Smart Honda, where she'd be laid to rest.
You see, the Focus decided that once parked, she would just refuse to go in reverse. One final malfunction, but she carried me safely to the next ride in my life.
Finally crossed off #21.
xo-LP
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