In Memoriam

It all began February 2006. I bought a Silver 1998 Honda Civic from my cousin. I was a senior in high school and ready to become an independent adult, I know, I was young and naive.
This lovely lady helped me get through the rest of high school, three years at Dixie State, three years at Southern Utah University, and a year in the city.
Sadly a few weeks ago my dear, sweet Amelia was stolen for the second time.
First let me go back to May. I woke up one day in May to find my car missing. Luckily my car was found a few hours later a few blocks away from my condo. That time around a few things were stolen, thank goodness I didn't have anything really valuable in my car, except for my voice recorder.
After that experience I should have learned and bought a steering wheel club, but alas I thought I would be safe.
In the middle of July I took a trip to Chicago to visit my sister. I was gone for four days and when I came back I noticed that my car was missing. I was much calmer about it this time around, but I was also resigned this time. The longer the car is missing the less chance of getting it back in one piece. Well a week after I had reported my car stolen, I was actually taking a nap when my phone woke me up and it was the police calling to say that they found my car. They said that it wasn't driveable, which led me to automatically assume that my dear Amelia was dead. My awesome roommate Allison drove me to my car.
Amelia's windshield was shattered and everything loose was stolen from inside, as well as my license plates. The only things left were a pair of snow gloves and my ice scraper. I had her towed, and after my insurance looked at it they said she was still running just fine. At which point I got the windshield fixed and had decided that I was going to keep Amelia, at least until I could afford to get a new car. The next day my brother Flint called me and asked me if he could buy my car. After some discussion with a few different people and a night of thinking, I decided to sale her to my brother.
This weekend I drove Amelia for the last time. I drove her and we had our last road trip together.
My dearest Amelia, I will miss all of our time together, and all of our deep conversations. I came up with a lot of story ideas on our drives together, and we cried a lot together. The last seven and a half years were amazing and difficult, but you helped me get through.

This last weekend after I dropped off my car, I went and bought me a new car. I got me a 2011 silver Nissan Versa hatchback. She is so cute!!! My sister Libby calls it a Hobbit Mobile, which is why I have named her Elanor. Because I'm a nerd, I named her after Samwise Gamgee and Rosie Cotton's daughter Elanor from Lord of the Rings.
Everyone meet my new friend Elanor.

Farewell Amelia, I hope Flint treats you well. I will never forget you!!!

I hate Car Problems!

I have to tell you a funny story about how my week went last week. So on Monday everything was going fine, everything was normal...until I got back to my car after class. I tried to start my car, but it would not start. It wasn't making a noise or anything. So I called around until I could finally get a hold of someone who understood cars, and I found out that my battery was dead. So I was a bit distressed and unsure of what to do so I walked back to my apartment which is only a mile away from campus. I thought of calling Cash to have him come jump my car but I figured that I would have to wait until he got off work, then I realized "Oh yeah, Cash isn't even in Utah right now, he's on the Colorado River going through the Grand Canyon." So I called Libby but she was in class and wouldn't answer her phone. Neither of my roommates had jumper cables so we called some guys in our ward and eventually found one who could jump my car. He got my car running and I drove it back to my apartment. I tried starting it again later that day and it wouldn't start again. So I had to walk to work. The next day my roommate was nice enough to drive me to school. I was told by dad and the guy that jumped my car that since my car is a stick I should be able to push start it.
So I convinced my roommates to push my car so that I could get it started so that I could go to a battery exchange and get a new battery. However, since I wasn't sure how to start my car we pretty much just pushed my car around the parking lot for fun. I finally decided just to text and see if anyone had jumper cables again. This time Klint was nice enough to come and jump my car; however, he wasn't able to start my car, whether because of bad cables or my battery was just completely dead. He did offer to put a new battery in for me. So I asked my roommate to take me to Wal-mart and I got a new battery, and that night Klint came over and put a new battery in. I love having family that is willing to help when I'm distressed, and if you help me I'll even make you cookies!
I'm very proud of myself for not getting too emotional over my car not working right. I'm just glad that it happened when it did, and not in the middle of a snowstorm or something like that. Now I'm just trying to catch up on the homework I got behind on.