Somewhere Out There, A Jeep Wrangler Is Crying

We took the plunge. I don't know what to say about it--it is so much more convenient, and yet a little depressing. I drive around in it and sometimes forget what it is, and forget what I am to other people when they see me in it--a "soccer mom." Cringe. Sometimes I miss you Wrangler--you and the simplicity that went with you.

And yet, driving off the lot, I like to think that A and I shared a sense of "Well, if I'm gonna do this, I'm glad that I am doing it with you."

To the next chapter.