I just cried a bit over a car, y’all.

But she was not just any car. Black Betty was my first car. I bought her back in 2010. With my own money, and I paid off the loan, and I drove her all over the island. And over to PEI, and into Halifax.

She meant freedom, independence, and exploration, for me.

I’ll get another. But nothing is ever like your first.

(I’d also like to mention that I donated Betty to the Kidney Foundation of Canada. They do this great service where they’ll arrange to get your car towed away and give you a tax receipt. It just has to have all four tires on it.)

Coming soon: a post about riding the CBRM’s public transit! (For reals.)