Parting

You know when you have to start clearing your wardrobe to give away clothes you can never/will ever wear again? For me, I hate parting with my clothes, even though it's a really really torn t-shirt. I especially despise having to make an old shirt into a rag. Giving it to Grace or Jan is not a problem because then I know it's still in the family.

No, this entry is not about clothes. This morning we were supposed to go trade in the old car for the new one (the salesman called this morning to say he forgot to collect the keys from his boss so we can only get the car earliest tomorrow evening). Yes, although in my head, I keep reassuring myself that we have had so much problems with the car, with it's many breakdowns and expensive upkeep, I was really really sad last night. Sweeping the car with my fingers last night, a lump formed in my throat. This car is synonymous to KS. He's been driving it since he got back from NZ more than 8 years ago and it has taken us from North to South of Malaysia.

I feel as though we're trading in an old pet with a new puppy/kitten. Sorry ol pal, you're old and tired now, we don't want you anymore. Suddenly the car looks so woebegone, sitting quietly in the driveway in it's new polish which makes it's white paint gleam in despair.

The new car will look like the many thousands out there, with no special character to it yet. The old car is not as common as this new one, especially in white. How will it fit into our lives? Will it protect us as the old one has, will it bring us the joy we hope to find?

It's been quite funny actually. My parents have been anxious and excited about the arrival of this car. Dad has been sms-ing for two weeks now, asking when the car will arrive, if KS is getting someone else to do the paperwork, getting my Mum to call to ask how we were enjoying the car (even though it hasn't arrived) until even last night, asking when we are collecting the car. I get sms-es from Dad perhaps once or twice a fortnight or even lesser so it's funny to see so many sms-es from him. He is so excited about this car as he himself was longing to get one too.

Okay Dad, we'll give you a spin in the car when it arrives. Promise!