/ 4am, two hours to go... /
there is reason for all things. maybe not purpose, but certainly reason.
i'd had some rather odd not-quite-insomnia problems the past 4 days or so. not-quite in that, i could sleep, simply not before 7 or 8 in the morning. not for any of the usual reasons, either--it wasn't so much that i was staying up too late, or that i had something stuck in my head, or that i was worried. i just COULD NOT sleep.
well, due to quite a few things i couldn't leave to head for home until wednesday night, and there was supposed to be a bad snowstorm thursday morning, so my roommate, her boyfriend and i piled into her vw bug and braved the roads from chicago nearly to detroit. it was never quite a white-out, but it certainly wasn't good.
my roommate has a stick-shift car she's been teaching me how to drive (read, parking lots: OK, road driving: --). she's getting freaked out by the snowstorm (it WAS bad, and she's from florida...) so when we stop for gas at 2am i offer to drive. what with going slowly for the snow, we end up rolling in to my driveway at 7am.
it occured to me, as i began my drive, that this was going to cover the exact time i had been unable to sleep the previous few days. well, initially i believed it would cover a little less, but oh well. i'm terrified of stick shift cars. i'm not off my nut, so i don't enjoy driving in snow storms. well, except for this night. i've never been so okay with a situation that should absolutely terrify me. even when we nearly spun out and had the car just about stall on a freeway exit ramp (which was, incidentally, CLOSED DOWN a few hours later once they figured out how bad the ice was), i was still okay. like i was exactly where i was supposed to be.
maybe that's strange to say, that driving a tiny car on an icy freeway in a terrible snow storm to make it home before the storm gets worse and i can't go at all is where i was supposed to be.
also, because life is irony (and i do love irony) the hardest time i had was when the snow storm stopped and we got off the freeway. i think i stalled out the car 4 or 5 times in the 3 miles it took me to get from the freeway exit to my house. i even got a good few hours sleep before we had to leave and go to my grandparent's house for thanksgiving dinner.
so yeah. i'm home. i'm alive. and now i'm going to sleep before 7am.
life is amazing sometimes.
i'd had some rather odd not-quite-insomnia problems the past 4 days or so. not-quite in that, i could sleep, simply not before 7 or 8 in the morning. not for any of the usual reasons, either--it wasn't so much that i was staying up too late, or that i had something stuck in my head, or that i was worried. i just COULD NOT sleep.
well, due to quite a few things i couldn't leave to head for home until wednesday night, and there was supposed to be a bad snowstorm thursday morning, so my roommate, her boyfriend and i piled into her vw bug and braved the roads from chicago nearly to detroit. it was never quite a white-out, but it certainly wasn't good.
my roommate has a stick-shift car she's been teaching me how to drive (read, parking lots: OK, road driving: --). she's getting freaked out by the snowstorm (it WAS bad, and she's from florida...) so when we stop for gas at 2am i offer to drive. what with going slowly for the snow, we end up rolling in to my driveway at 7am.
it occured to me, as i began my drive, that this was going to cover the exact time i had been unable to sleep the previous few days. well, initially i believed it would cover a little less, but oh well. i'm terrified of stick shift cars. i'm not off my nut, so i don't enjoy driving in snow storms. well, except for this night. i've never been so okay with a situation that should absolutely terrify me. even when we nearly spun out and had the car just about stall on a freeway exit ramp (which was, incidentally, CLOSED DOWN a few hours later once they figured out how bad the ice was), i was still okay. like i was exactly where i was supposed to be.
maybe that's strange to say, that driving a tiny car on an icy freeway in a terrible snow storm to make it home before the storm gets worse and i can't go at all is where i was supposed to be.
also, because life is irony (and i do love irony) the hardest time i had was when the snow storm stopped and we got off the freeway. i think i stalled out the car 4 or 5 times in the 3 miles it took me to get from the freeway exit to my house. i even got a good few hours sleep before we had to leave and go to my grandparent's house for thanksgiving dinner.
so yeah. i'm home. i'm alive. and now i'm going to sleep before 7am.
life is amazing sometimes.