Tuesday, January 23rd
Time to find a car. David had been doing gobs of research and screening. Between Costco and Carmax, he’d narrowed it down to a few cars for us to look at (thanks, honey!).
11:00 a.m. We went to the VW dealership in Alhambra to see a 2005 Passat that was safe and sturdy.
1:00 p.m. We went to lunch — can’t explain it, but we just didn’t like the Passat — we wanted to, really, but we didn’t.
2:00 p.m. And then we saw it. An adorable, little red Jetta, a 2001 in pristine condition, that feels no older than a 2009.
3:15 p.m. We got a great deal on the red Jetta that had only had one owner, a little-old-lady from Pasadena. No, I’m not kidding. Ok, so 60’s isn’t that old anymore, and she did move to West Hollywood at some point, but still… She took damn good care of that car.
5:15 p.m. We get in two separate cars and prepare to drive back to LA, Bex heading to the apartment and me to meet Sarah at a weekly Farmer’s Market in Sherman Oaks. Bex is supposed to follow me and then get off at her exit while I continue. Something changed. Bex pulls up beside me, says she’s gotta take a different route, and turns right. That’s it — poof — she’s gone! She has no GPS (it’s still in the rental), no car charger (still in the rental), I don’t know if she has any gas, and she’s gone, in a city far away from anything we know. OMG. I think I handled it pretty well — you’ll have to ask David or Diane, who fielded that first phone call as it sunk in that my 17 year old daughter took off with a “see ya, mom,” and was on her own!
6:00 p.m. Bex calls me (yes, I answered the phone while I was driving — are you kidding?!). Her phone had been on fumes, she’d gotten lost and figured it out, and she was home safely. Whew. I knew the world had spun on its axis when she said to me, “Be safe, Mom. Make Good choices.”