As I got into my car after work today, the "new car" fume the car used to boast crept up my nose. At that instant, memories of my three-year-old car came rushing through my head. The most vivid one, though, was that of my Napa Valley years. I laughed at the memory of showing it to my B.E.G. buddies for the very first time. After volunteering to drive for lunch, the guys scrounged the parking lot for "Indiana Jones" (my up-to-now favorite QX4) without much luck. When they realized that the beeping car was mine, they cheered, and jumped right in. After that episode was over in my head, my mind flashed to other memories I had of Napa. *sigh* It makes me sad because I no longer have those times - driving through roads surrounded by vineyards, stopping at random spots such as small villages inhabited by retired elders, and so forth. All those memories and more were running through my head in a span of a few minutes. I left before tears could fall down my cheeks.
I miss being young.
I miss my lifetimers.
I miss life.