As most of you know, since I was 15 I've been the proud owner of a 1975 Ford Courier that I bought from my grandma for $5.
Now, you are probably thinking, "Five bucks? That's unreal!" However, you also should know that while the truck looked great, it needed a TON of work including a whole new front end (our mechanic said angels must have been watching over us in our 4 hour drive home from Richland, WA to Bend, OR because the front wheels almost fell off). So, after basically rebuilding the whole thing I had the coolest truck in town. I would frequently pull up to various locations in town and people would stop me and offer to buy the truck. I found it flattering and I would laugh it off and say, "I'll never sell this truck." I even drove it down to Utah in over 100 degree weather. Sure the drive took over 20 hours, (the truck only goes 60 mph) but I loved the thing.
Now, fast forward 7 years. I have now had this truck for all of my high school and college career. And every few months something breaks. It's an ongoing joke in the family that "we've fixed everything... What else could go wrong? I'll bet we have fixed everything, finally!"
This morning started off as any normal Monday would. Cait left for work at 6:40 as usual and I stayed in bed until about 7:45. After getting ready, running some errands, and taking the dog out the truck refuses to start which made me late for work.
Basically, I'm tired of unreliable transportation and am in the market for a new vehicle. I have fallen out of love with the truck.
Also, if you happen to want an aesthetically pleasing truck and you live in Utah, you know who to call!
As a final note, I don't want to seem like I'm ungrateful for this vehicle. It has been a great benefit to me. However, now that I'm entering a new phase in life I think the time has come to say goodbye.
For those of you who didn't know, Caitlin and I recently (December... is that recent?) moved back to Utah from D.C. so I could finish my last semester at BYU. Since I only have 3 classes this semester, and they conveniently are offered on Tuesdays and Thursday, we decided to live up in Salt Lake and escape the Provo bubble. We like living in Salt Lake - at least more than Provo - but are anxious to see where our careers take us. (Preferably outside of the state, at least within the next few years.)
This final semester has been flying by, which I can't say I'm ungrateful for. It's definitely bitter-sweet. I'm doing my capstone which has actually been really great. We're working with Corporate Wellness by Gold's Gym to develop a growth and expansion plan and have really been able to do some great things so far. I think in the end it will be a very successful and strategic PR plan for the client.
I'm also enrolled in a capstone Humanities class in order to complete my minor which I've found to be very interesting and inspiring. We are discussing the ancient technologies of orality and literacy and the implications they have on our current society and memories. It is really fascinating material that I've found to be particularly applicable with my major and career.
Since coming back from D.C., I've also been fortunate to be working in the marketing department of a mid-sized law firm in downtown SLC. It's been great to be able to continue using my skills I've been learning in school while still in the student role. I'm hoping it will give me a competitive edge as I enter the real job market within the next few months. (Fingers crossed!)
Well, that's the gossip on my exciting life.
Oh, I forgot one major detail. Our apartment has cockroaches and our landlord has not been very helpful in treating them. So, needless to say we are looking for a new apartment in the Salt Lake area. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Oh, and they have to be dog friendly. For those who didn't know we recently got a new little addition to our family, Obi. Our pup is a half bichon half chihauhau mix (chi-chon). He is the most perfect dog on the face of the planet and we love him a bunch.