07/06/2024
Yesterday I said goodbye to my 2010 Chevy Cobalt, and today, my 2015 MacBook Pro.
I got them in 2016 and 2020 when I lived in Tucson, Arizona. My hometown.
I tackled several creative projects on that Mac while pursuing my undergrad. Many midnights you could catch me at Cafe Passé on 4th, stooped over keys, clicking away.
But the car, originally my brother’s, was a gift when he moved to New York. “What do I need one of these for,” he asked. “In the city?”
He’d driven me and my friends to high school and around town in that car. Singing. Shouting. Speeding.
Kid stuff.
I know these are just things. Property. I like to think I’m not materialistic, but I am sentimental.
These “things” carried remnants of my time in Tucson, a place I struggle not to dote on too much.
These “things” may be scrap but their memories are sacred.
I have so many.
