corinne kelly b

Sometimes, I feel like my car is my best friend.

Don’t get me wrong, I have real friends. Living, breathing, amazing friends…but there’s just something about my Kia.

I went through almost my entire high school and college career without a car, and after finally getting one, I appreciate it more than ever.

It’s an amazing feeling to be walking back from somewhere and know my car will always be there. He (yes, my car is a He…) sits and he waits patiently for me all day or all night, through rain, heat, snow, wind, muddy parking lots, bird droppings, and more. He is there for me through and through.

Maybe it’s because I’ve never had a pet and my car is the closest thing to it. He is always there for me, and doesn’t judge or say anything but the hum of his engine and the other funny sounds he makes.

Some people make fun of Kias, and say they have a bad rap. One of my friends even jokes when I tell him to lock my doors, that no one would actually even want to steal my car.

Personally, I love my Kia. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I don’t care that he doesn’t have power locks or windows, and he doesn’t care that I have drama in my life or mud on my shoes. It’s a mutual respect kind of thing, which nowadays can be especially hard to find amongst people.

At the end of the day, it’s nice to have that little something to come back to. Something that gets me from point A to point B and knows how to keep me cool in the summer, warm in the winter, and play my music without making me change the track or the station.

I know this all sounds stupid, but I was just thinking about it the other day, and really realized it, and how important one big lump of metal or whatever my car is made of could be to me. I have only had this car a few months, but it’s seen me laugh, cry, sing, DD, park oddly, and hit curbs.

I love you Kia Craperia. I may make fun of you and call you silly names, but you know your keys start the ignition to my heart. :-D