It turns out I'm the kind of person who names their cars. Well, the cars I like, anyway. Three years into my minivan experience, and I can scarcely believe how much I resisted the idea. (First world problems, right?)
My previous car was dubbed Polly Priuspants, an homage to Cartman's tea party companion. My Honda Odyssey, keeper of toddler souls, bearer of a fleet of five year olds, has earned the name Nausicaa. The reasons are threefold:
- Nausicaa is a character from the Odyssey.
- I'm a fan of Hayao Miyazaki's manga and anime, Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind.
- Most relevantly, I've cleaned way too much vomit out of this vehicle.
Seriously, when do kids grow out of being nauseous every time you take a road trip? At least I get to settle back into my soothing heated seat when I'm done with mop-up duty.
The object lesson of the minivan is to embrace the season of your life, without necessarily embedding your identity into that choice. If the very idea of shuttling your family in a vessel of practicality makes you feel frumpy, dull, and entrapped (and why wouldn't it?), just watch Fight Club and listen to Aenima until you disassociate from your material possessions.
Or just put some fun stickers on the darn van. Whatever floats your boat (you'll need one in Arizona Bay).
Nausicaa will be my faithful friend through some really good times, whether it's picking up a few kindergarteners for a play date, bringing home Christmas trees, or schlepping all the summer gear and bikes to the cabin.
Ride like the wind, warrior princess of peace. Keep us safe. Bring us home.
Image credit: Studio Ghibli