Aftermath

From a very young age, I hated the state of Indiana. Mostly for ignorant reasons. Perhaps I overheard a racist or antisemitic conversation at a Steak and Shake or Fireworks store. Maybe I witness some redneck woman hit her child at a gas station. For years, I've hated driving through that flat wasteland, and now I have a reason. A very good reason.

The friday I was supposed to pick up Jay from Indianapolis, will hopefully be the last time I have to drive through that sorry excuse of land. After being lost and growing frustrated, I piggy-backed on the tail-end of a yellow light. I was following two other cars when out of nowhere, some bro hit me going at least fifty. He said he had put on his breaks, but at the force he sent my car spinning, I find that hard to believe. Also, for him to not have seen me and the two other cars turning right in front of him is a blatant lie. He must have been texting or distracted.

It was so sad to call Jay and say "..got in a crash, pick me up at Denny's." Meanwhile, my car got towed to some lot where they charge me over $200 a day to hold it. (That's one expensive car-sitter) To tow my car, it's even more expensive. In the midst of all of this mess, I am forced to make split seconds decision high on the fumes my airbags poisoned me with and slightly confused from the impact.

We spent the next two hours drinking coffee; me being pathetic.

What an awful friday.

But it gets better. My mom had to tell every Jew within a 100 mile radius that I almost died, so the rabbi requested that I come to synagogue to bench go-mel. Go-mel is thanking god for being alive. So of course, I went. I haven't worn a tallis or yamulka in years. I butchered the hebrew, made my grandmother cry in front of everyone, then went home.

I am currently at the mercy of anyone who has a car. I feel like I'm sixteen again, and it's a terrible feeling.

This couldn't have come at better timing. How will I get to Kansas, you ask? No clue. Maybe I'll rent a car to move then just not have one for the next year. I hear public transit is great fun.