I just sold my little Corolla to a random guy who appeared in my driveway and offered me cash for it as-is. For a variety of reasons, including a possible out-of-state move in the near future, Jeff and I have been waiting on getting it fixed since the great a/c unit debacle. I probably could have gotten more for it if I had fixed it up and put an ad in the paper, but this was a billion times easier. And the guy seemed nice and was buying the car for his teenage son, so I felt better about making him a good deal.

But it's happening so fast! It's my little Corolla! I've had this car since New Year's Day of 1994; it was my first major purchase. I've taken countless trips in it, some long, some short. I've spent seemingly endless hours behind its wheel as I was stuck in traffic on the 10 and the 405. I've travelled nearly the entire length of I-5 in that car.

I do think I'm doing the right thing, but I'm going to have to mourn for a while. O Corolla! O humanity!