So I've been gone for a little while. Ok, a long while. However, I have a (sort of) good excuse.
At the end of January, I was driving my pretty, pretty red Ford Focus down the highway that connects Edmonton to Calgary, on my way to Red Deer for a soccer tournament. It was about 6:30am, it was dark, it was snowy, and, as I quickly learned, it was icy.
My pretty, pretty red Ford Focus, when I bought it.
I was passing a transport truck that was kicking up too much snow for me to see, and I hit black ice. I suddenly found myself trapped upside down in the centre ditch with my car filled with snow. It was fast, violent, and I don't recommend it (for those who were considering it). I was luckily able to crawl out of my window and call for help, and I did walk away from the accident – I was very lucky.
However, this means three things: I had to write off my car, I had to call my parents and tell them, and I ended up with some pretty gnarly back pain as a result. I am fortunate enough that the pain doesn't interfere with my day-to-day life (much) and I rarely have to take painkillers for it (although for the first week, hoo boy was I a friend of the pain pills).
As for the car, I was a little emotional about writing off my old one. It was my first car. It was my pal. It has nice creature comforts like an audio out jack for my iTouch and audio steering controls. It was Megan's (Tom's car) (Yes, as in, Megan Fox) little brother. It had kept me safe in my scary crash. After a couple of weeks of searching, I did find a new car. And yes, I am a creature of habit.