Moving has always been stressful for the humans
All the boxes and bags
All the rushing around early in the day
All the restless nights
I sit, silently waiting to be useful
Carrying my human from place to place
Suddenly filled with possessions
We travel South
The old highway cuts through farms of old
And small towns
We arrive at my human’s new home
My new home needs some work
I enjoy the chilly dew on my face in the mornings
Taking in the spring sunshine after days of grey skies
Early one day, a few people arrive to fix the roof
They are done quickly
The door squeals in pain as it is opened
I see for the first time my new home
Surrounded by paint cans
And small friends, also with motors
I was homeless for six weeks
Exposed to the changing season
Sparkling in the sun
Waiting for the next road-trip
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This is so completely delightful! The way your car is personified, it’s totally content to patiently wait and serve you, and it finds joy whatever its circumstances. Childlike and trusting. Also, I can imagine it conversing with its garage-mates when you are not within earshot. 😉
Thank you! I kept looking outside and seeing it waiting almost made me feel bad. 😂