Rogue Dreams

When I went to sleep last night I never expected to wake up in a strange place. “Sometimes you need to expect the unexpected.” I had heard that a million times from my old next door neighbor. He was vibrant and lived the wild life. Always going on mountain treks, long hikes in the woods, and four wheeling through the mud. That just wasn’t me. I was more of a family guy and new on the scene. He was a Nissan Xterra, me, a Nissan Rogue. I did everything from carrying groceries to babies. I loved my life and families loved me! But, he was yellow and cool and went surfing and climbed mountains. I told him I could do those things, too. Even though I hadn’t I knew I could and hoped to one day.

Anyway, he left here about 2 weeks ago for the winter. I really missed his stories. He told the best true life stories you ever heard. He had done so many things in his long life and I was just beginning. I hoped to do so many of those things, too, but knew the rogue was made for a different life. I hoped to see the ocean, forests, and mountains. I dreamed that someday I would drive to these things and finally see what he was talking about. Maybe one day, someday soon.
First things first, I had to be sold. None of those dreams can be achieved by sitting at a dealership, you know. You need a buyer to take you in. I imagined I would have a nice family with some kids, a nice house with some trees, and definitely a garage. I wanted to see the snow, but I didn’t want to live in it! I envisioned myself growing old with my new owner. I wanted to be reliable, serviced regularly, and last a long time. To actually be part of a family’s everyday life was really the goal for a nissan rogue. Now here I sat on a new lot in a row of cars all like me.
My new neighbor was silver, just like me, only slightly larger. She was a Nissan Murano and I hoped we could become friends. I hoped she has some great stories of the wilderness or of families. Maybe some exciting road trips or things she had seen. Most of all I just hoped she stayed around long enough to tell them to me. So again here I sit waiting to be sold, waiting for a buyer, waiting for a family to take me home. Waiting for someone, maybe you.