Goodbye, Friend

I just sold the Bronco. For $800. I am feeling many words I struggle to spell, like desolate and inconsolable. The Bronco was part of a big move for me, a move of letting me control my life out of desire instead of fear. I've always wanted a Bronco, and so screw it, I went ahead and bought one. And I loved every minute of it. I still love it. I wish I hadn't sold it, I think.