Okay so plot twist. An hour into driving I ended up hydroplaning off the highway. Luckily the car dove into a muddy embankment, so the worst damage done was mud clogging up my brakes and tires and the car's plastic skirt fell down. I'm sure you can imagine my panic as I'm trying to get to an airport that's still four hours away. I drove off to an exit, called my boyfriend's sister in shock, discombobulation, and tears, then commenced to crawling on the ground cursing the aesthetics of my car (which I had only bought a few months ago). I looked around and noticed I wasn't anywhere near "civilization." I stood next to a small church that had a sign spelling out, J SUS THE REDEM R. Definitely vacant and doubted that anyone had attended a service for years there. A few minutes later a van pulled up with two women asking if I needed help. There country swinging voice was warm against the cold rain that dragged across my cheeks. They jumped out as I began to flail my arms and point at all the boo-boo's my car carried. "Don't worry, I work for a headphone company," as one of the women walked back into her car pulling out blue cords and cutting them with her teeth. She strapped the plastic skirting that had fallen in the front and wrapped it up to the bumper. She kicked in my hubcap, pounding away like Zoolander and Hansel did when they realized the "Files are IN the computer." I was dazed through the whole experience, but they assured me that I would survive the rest of the drive. I hugged them as hard as I could and wished them a "Merry Christmas." The car shook and groaned all the way to Greenville, North Carolina, but I was determined to enjoy my solidarity and snacks that catapulted themselves across my dashboard during the spin out. I called who I needed to report the accident (Props to USAA, they're amazing), thankful that I wasn't the several other accidents ahead of me, slammed in cement barriers and rolled up trees. I was counting my blessings.
Despite the sudden turn of events, I found myself getting to Greenville two hours earlier than expected. Definitely your hole-in-the-wall pit stop with limited parking and only one terminal. I was entertained by the "Tornado Ready" signs slung around the restrooms. The only food available was a shifty looking vending machine that didn't have a card reader, so I was SOL for snacks as I checked my wallet and bags for a few spare quarters. I found myself alone till 40 minutes prior to departure. I chuckled when I looked over to see I was locked inside the glass waiting room as one of the security guards pressed a button to release the doors. I was happy to get going to say the least.
Always keep a positive attitude whilst traveling. If you start off your early morning dreading a long drive it will take even longer to get there. Get excited for the little things like personal time, rocking out to your favorite tunes, throwing down some snacks, and appreciate being away from work. Try and get everything prepared prior to leaving and you won't feel so rushed in the morning. Pack the car ahead of time and make sure everything is charged. Might seem like common sense, but I'm sure we have all been there kicking ourselves for not having more time or whispering life back into our phones. It's always better to be be over-prepared than under prepared.