On April 5th, I was in an accident caused by negligent road design and the weather, totaling my car. I came out relatively unscathed, besides some bruising, but my car is a total loss. I've been distraught over the latter fact since.

I know it's just a car, that it's stupid to cry over it, but that car means a lot more to me than anything else I've ever had. It was mine. My first real, meaningful, tangible thing. I had my best times in it, and I've had my worst times in it. It was my safe space, one of the few places where I could be content for a little while.

And now all that's gone.

It's not just that I can't travel anymore, that I can't commute to work anymore, it's not any of that. I lost my safe space. My comfy spot. Gone. Forever.