Our stay in LA is moving quickly by. Jonathan is working hard on his studies. I'm trying to keep my head above water with my school and kids. It's going well. Our poor van is slowly falling apart and as I watch this happen, I feel like my one faithful friend is growing old and there is nothing I can do about it. It's so wonderful to have a vehicle that I can fit all my children in comfortably. I can even throw a whole bunch of extra stuff in the trunk. I love the van. We've only had it for four years but I've driven it so much. It's gone over 30,000 miles in these past four years. I've taken it so many places with my kids without Jonathan that I sometimes feel like my van is my true partner. In a way, a vehicle can be the perfect mate.
- It takes you where you want to go.
- It doesn't get mad at you when you make a wrong turn.
- It's never too late or too early to take a trip.
- It's energy can be replenished very simply.
- You don't actually have to talk to it to make it feel validated.
- It keeps you warm and dry when its raining or cold outside. I love my van and I'm sort of sad that it can't go and go and go forever. It needs some serious love. Air conditioning, windows that roll down, locks that unlock so you can get out of the doors, armrests, and a sliding door that doesn't get jammed when you try to open it. How much will this cost? I don't know, but whenever I go to a beautiful place, I'm just so d*@# grateful that I have that van and I realize I would sacrifice a lot to fix it up. So, when I finally get my Masters in Education and I can start teaching, I will pay to have those things fixed.
"Let it go, let it go, I am one with the wind and sky!"
This is not the panoramic view I was referring to before.