LAHolden Gets Stuck

Get this... the universe thought it would be hilarious to stop me in my race against time to finally get home by having a random freaking BLIZZARD in North Carolina of all places. I mean come on. I have seen maybe an inch of snow accumulate since moving to Charlotte/Chapel Hill before my senior year of high school and now it snows? Hard? On my last day of finals?

An hour into the trip to Knoxville it started to get pretty bad. About 10 minutes later my dad and I were screaming at each other--he's telling me to pull off because I'm driving NW, into the eye of the snow storm, and I'm yelling and crying back because his expectations are too high-- because my windshield was frozen, paralyzing my visibility and all of the exits I snail-crawled past were covered in inches of snow. I literally couldn't see, my wipers were frozen, the snow was pelting the windshield, I was looking thru the passenger side just to stear, and there was no end in sight. I was screaming and crying at my dad where I wanted my money to go when I died. Maybe you come from the north and you think my behavior is ridiculous, but I used to live in New Jersey... my dad taught me to drive in black ice, so you'd think I would have some gumption on these roads, but man did I think the end was in sight for a little while there. I'm driving in a 2000 Honda Civic of all things, so I mean, come on... what do you expect? Me to be 4-wheeling in my Tahoe?

Eventually I drove down this random street where I finally hung up on my dad who had me in hysterics and was literally tempted to ask one of the home owners if I could stay with them for the night, but my dad called me again. The man was trying to help me, I know that, but he wasn't with me to see the storm itself and commiserate with my problems, so I was getting frustrated that he was saying "Lindsay, turn around" every 10 seconds. Eventually I was able to turn around and head to a hotel... and the blizzard wasn't as nail-biting heading SE as it was NW, so I escaped death. Now I'm cooped up in this hotel outside of Winston-Salem. Apparently the snow is supposed to continue until Sunday, so reaching the loving arms of my family has been temporarily hindered. I swear though, sometimes I feel like my plight is straight out of a sentimental fiction novel. I am that girl who needs saving and God always has to chop me off at the knees to get me to be still... even if it's forcing me to break my race to get home and staying at a hotel by myself. Merhhh. It would have been a better story if a man riding a white horse had plucked me out of the storm. Hahaha.

So many plaguing questions that I have right now start with why?