Goodbye to My Jaguar

Just reached another big milestone in our journey to France: I sold my beloved Jaguar.

After my divorce in 2022, I really wanted to cheer myself up and get an Audi A6. Big car loan and a big car payment. My good neighbor stopped me from making that mistake. He said, "I know what you want, but I know what you need." He loves British cars, and he found me this Jag…..a 2004, one owner, with just over 90,000 miles on it. I paid cash. It wasn't expensive, but the more I drove it, the more I liked it. It really grew on me, and we became good friends.

In my early days of sadness, it was my sanctuary. And then, in my more joyful life…..after I met Lelaine…..this car took me to her. Every drive to see her was a small adventure in itself.

Selling it makes the move to Toulouse feel even more real. Like shedding your old skin to make room for the new one.

They say you shouldn't get attached to metal and rubber, but anyone who loves cars knows that's a lie. My Jaguar has been more than just a car, it’s been a companion. The low growl of the engine, the way it took corners with the sunroof open…it was truly enjoyable and fun.

But in the next couple of days, she'll be gone.

It's a strange feeling, selling something you love and used every single day. But moving to France, moving to Toulouse, requires traveling light. Shipping it to France and modifying it for EU standards would cost way too much, not to mention that we don't want to own a car in Toulouse. The public transportation is excellent.

I'm lucky to have a bit of a safety net for these last couple of months. Mom said I could borrow her car (thank you, Mom….your kindness means a lot to me), or I can use our second car when it's available, since Lelaine is still working.

We’re so close now.

More excitement than worry.

Goodbye, old friend.

You’re helping me get to Toulouse, France.