It's time
I don't have a name for this new car and that's the trickiest part. I'm not used to not having a name for a car, but that's probably because I had Dani for so long and then a CX-30 I never quite got used to. Sometimes the names "Olive" and "Jessie" run in my mind, but I can't decide and it seems like a sign that I can't choose. Wouldn't the name come as naturally to me as Dani did if it was meant to be? So what does that tell me? That tells me that maybe I need more space from Dani's death. And that's okay. It's been a little over a year and I sometimes cry but it's way less than it used to be and that's a win. Not that I don't love her anymore but I can see that life continues and I can be comfortable in new things, new cars, and her steering wheel cover is faded and peeling but still there. The AC in the new Protege is still broken. With that, I was cringing away from beaches. Shying away. Kin...