Today we said our last goodbye to batman, the name we gave our car. Went to the junk yard, paid a ridiculous towing fee, got all of our belongings out of it, removed the plates, and said goodbye.
I am still feeling like a shitty car owner. 2 months in and an accident. I suppose it can happen to anyone, and I’m grateful that no one was hurt, but it sucks. Had a few good cries over the whole situation, and taking today off to cool down, process, thank whoever is watching over me, re-group, and get back on the horse of living life. It could have been so much worse…
Looking at the damage today, it didn’t seem all that bad. Yes, the side was dented, the rear wheel was shot, the bumper cracked and the driver’s side door wouldn’t open. But at least my face isn’t dented, my organs were not shot, and my bones were not cracked. I am grateful for that, and for all the support I’ve received from Jordan, my friends, and co-workers.
I’m sure I’ll shed more tears over the days to come. Let the lesson be learned and I hope this never happens to anyone.