Last night we said Good by to The Fire Truck. 

We turned in our leased Dodge Ram pick up.  It was a large, bright red, four door beast that I always affectionately refered to as the Fire Truck....and I loved it.  Our lease however was up and we bought a new Ford F150 last month.  So last night we did the sad, one last drive to East Rome and left her there....shining so beautifully in the April sunlight. 

It makes me so sad every time we turn in a vehicle.  Every three years I'm like a tortured soul.

What is wrong with me?  Why do I give feeling to inanimate objects? 

I've always done that.  Stuffed animals...houses, abandoned cars....trees....it's ridiculous.  I did read a few years ago in Mary Edwards Wertsch's Military Brats: Legacies of Childhood Inside the Fortress, that that's a condition common in Military Brats.  For some reason most of us do just that....they give life and feelings to the inanimate. 

It makes sense I guess.  I mean all the time spend traveling, and the time at a new base before making friends causes children to create their own world within the familiar.  In my case it was my stuffed animals.  They all had names and personalities...they were the one constant in my life...I guess they were my people...my loyal subjects if you will.  (And Brett wonders why they all live in the box down stairs never to part with) 

I hate the effects this has had on my adult life though....it makes parting with things like a truck...a large piece of fiber glass and metal impossible.  It breaks my heart....it sucks.

I just have to keep reminding myself that it's alright....that the truck DOES NOT feel abandoned by us...and like my husband reassures me, it's a nice truck, someone else will give it a good home. 

OKAY.