Last night I said goodbye to my brother as he returned to the UK and as I left the place I was dropping him off at I promptly got into a car accident. It was my fault. The sun was in my eyes and I simply did not see the car.
I am ok. Bruised, a few wrenched muscles and very shaken. My car is not, it could not be driven away from the scene. The other vehical crashed into my drivers side and door. I am fully insured. Still, I am sad. It is funny how we develop attachments to inanimate objects. I tend to do this a lot. When I came to the USA I letf everything behind, my home, my family, my friends and my country. Everything I knew. About a month after coming here I got my car. A 2008 mustang GT. A beautiful car. It was my freedom and I have been exploring the US in it, not going too far, but driving around and getting to new areas for exploration. Just this past week my brother and I visited Nevada and Arizona as well as several places in California in it.
Its loss, silly huh, it is merely a car. But I am sad and feel trapped without it. I don't know yet if it can be repaired. I don't know what will happen, it is leased. I am also still thinking strangely and am pretty certain it is the shock. I am very down right now, not been this way in a long time.