Sad. Happy. Sick. Relieved

It happened fast. She emailed. She was interested. She asked questions. I answered. She was excited. I was hesitant. She wanted to meet. I offered times. She picked today. We met. She drove. He drove. She handed me the cashier's check. I cried as I drove away. I no longer own my precious Altima. But we have one less payment. Bittersweet.

One down. One to go.