I have driven my Kia through a lot of important life experiences. As I told you guys a couple weeks ago, I got my car right after finishing college five years ago. My Kia and I have been through a lot since then. Living far from my parents, we’ve taken more than a few journeys back and forth to my hometown of Fargo in it. When I was in library school, I commuted from Lansing, MI, where I lived and worked full time, to Detroit where I attended library school in the evenings. (That was a real bonding period for the Kia and I.)
Most memorably, though, my Kia is what I drove to and from my wedding two years ago, packed to the gills with DIY decor. I have a very vivid picture in my head from my wedding day that involved my car. It was on the drive back to our house, after the ceremony, reception and a massive, all-hands-in-deck deconstruction of the venue. We got married in early March. The drive home through rural Michigan was dark – the only lights on the road were ours. A small snowstorm had hit a couple hours after the ceremony, and it was still snowing and sleeting the way a spring storm does. My husband and I were exhausted, we had so much stuff to bring home, even I had some present or otherwise breakable thing on my lap. I remember looking out the window from my passenger seat and realizing two important things: I had just pulled off DIYing my dream wedding, and I was officially married to the most awesome guy on the planet.
Sorry ladies, this nerd’s taken.
Just 6 weeks after that night, the husband and I moved to Chicago in our Kia, which was once again packed tight. Two years later, I drive it to and from my first Librarian job. Before writing this post, I hadn’t even realized how much life I’ve lived in the past five years with that car. Crazy, huh?
This post is sponsored by Kia.