and yet, here i am, sitting in my living room at 11:10 pm writing* a paper that is due tomorrow.
i guess some things never change.
*by "writing" i really mean that i am deciding who was best and worst dressed at this year's oscars.
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in other news, the lease on t's car is up soon and it's making me feel things.
the sudden appearance of these feelings is completely unprecedented as that grey-purple scion is not a car i drive at all (it's a stick shift and i am stick-impaired), nor ride in very often (we usually drive my trusty subaru). and, in all honesty, it's just a car! who cares?
apparently, i do.
today we decided to drive t's car to get some food and as he unlocked his car and it made that familiar triple beep noise before we got in, i was completely transported to a different time and place.
on june 6th, 2012, i heard that same noise as t and i walked to his car when he came to pick me up for our very first date. i remember feeling incredibly nervous and panicky about the date and finally spending time with t in person after spending many hours talking on the phone.
as i got into t's car this evening and slid into the passenger seat, i looked over at t and remembered how he stalled his car on our first date because he was so nervous (in t's words, he was captivated by my beauty, but i know it was his nerves). it was the perfect icebreaker.
the very same thing happened to us on our 4th date just a few days later. we had a lovely (windy) picnic in daybreak and decided to go to the nearest DI to find some art for t's office. we definitely found art (in the form of a poorly-translated motivational poster) and a gorgeous sunset. we watched the sunset from that DI parking lot and i wanted T to kiss me SO BAD but i didn't want to be forward. T started his car after a few minutes and it stalled once again because he was so nervous. that was it. that was our sign. we had our first kiss sitting in that car, while brand new played on the stereo. i remember feeling indescribably happy and thinking that this guy could be The One.
about a year later, i married that guy in a beautiful ceremony with all of our close friends and family there to celebrate with us. after the ceremony and party, we drove away from southworth hall on center street in provo as husband and wife in that very car that served as our transportation on our very first date just a year prior. as we drove to park city through provo canyon and marveled at the events of the day and how excited we were to finally be married, i sat in my passenger seat, looked at my new husband, and was filled with so much love for him.
and now, 1.9 years later, i found myself standing in the driveway, still madly in love with T and watching my best friend and love of my life get into the car that is part of our history. that purply-grey scion is a supporting character in our love story and i'm sad to see it go.
it's amazing how a simple sound can invoke so many memories.
it's been real, scion. thanks for the good times.
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now that i have that out of my system, i suppose it is time to finish this stupid paper.
ciao!
