So I got a new car, and I cried about it. That's how spoiled I am. It's so crazy how you can love something that doesn't love you back. Or maybe it did love me back, in its own inanimate way - that little Jetta took me 60,000 miles in three years and it never broke. I went over 10,000 miles without an oil change it it didn't break. I parked it in the worst of neighborhoods, but it always blended into the background while all the cars around it got stolen or broken into. If it did love me back, I hope it knows I love it too but it was time for us to part. I hope she gets sold to another teenage girl, as her first car, so that she can experience that kind of love again.