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Storms of Life

I flew through the night, thinking I would like the red eye flight because I could sleep and miss out on the generally terrible experience of flying.

Which would be a good idea, were it possible to sleep while crammed between two strangers.

It isn’t. In case you wondered.

I spent Friday chilling with the Barbo boys.


I then took a shower…and found something of mine which has apparently sat there for TWO YEARS. Because, you know, that’s how long its been since I’ve lived here.


See how both those pictures are well-lit, indicating that there was a functioning lightbulb somewhere in the room?

Yeah. It didn’t last. That evening the biggest most bizarre storm hit. Me, Keith, and Jason stood on the front stoop and watched it–lightning splitting the sky, branches whipping around, hitting the power lines and causing sparks, leaves filling the air like overgrown snow.

Then, of course, the power went out. We played rummicube, and waited for Derek and Rebecca, who were both driving home.

Rebecca got home first, completely shaken up. She had just spent a week in Yemen without electricity. She flew back by herself, tired and sick, and missed her connecting flight while on a layover in Germany. After being stranded in Germany for a day she made it home, only to have to drive home in the storm.

“I had to grip the stearing wheel with all my might, because the wind wanted to blow me all over,” she said. “everyone was crawling around at 30mph, with their turn signals on, dodging the fallen branches littering the road.”

Crazy, crazy.

Derek arrived home from his West Virginia day trip about a half hour later.

“Are you okay?” Aunt Rebecca asked him.

“I almost died eighteen times,” he said. “But I can’t talk about it because I really really have to use the bathroom.”

“That was the eighteenth way he almost died,” said Jason, as Derek disappeared into the bathroom. “His bladder almost burst.”

We laughed.

When Derek resurfaced, Rebecca said, “so tell us how you almost died eighteen times.”

“Don’t tell us about the eighteenth time,” said Keith.

Derek and his friends had faced multiple trees across the road. The redneck guy who stopped to help them told them of a different route they could take…if they wanted to go to a good strip club.

Eventually they found their way home, obviously, but going through town was crazy because the stop lights didn’t work, as the entire town was out of power.

Today we are still out of power and making milkshakes to salvage the ice cream. I’m using a friend’s internet. Not exactly how I planned on spending the first days of my trip, but exciting in its own candle-lit way.

The Crazy Traveler

It was half an hour before I had to leave, and I was frantic. My room was a mess. I wasn’t done packing, and I COULD NOT FIND MY WALLET.

My good friend Anna came over to say goodbye. I stroll cannot believe what I said to her, in that stressed and frantic state of mind. I said, “Anna, can you take this sheet and sew it up like a sleeping bag?”

Goodness me. But she sewed it up for me, and I hugged her goodbye, and now instead of making room for a top sheet AND a bottom sheet, I only had to make rom for a sheet-sleeping-bag.

You see, I was ambitious on this trip. I decided to put everything in a backpack so I wouldn’t have to bother with checked luggage and overhead bins. I got the idea when I read this article.


Three dressers, two shirts, swimwear, and the oldest most threadbare towell I could find, all rolled up tight in the bottom of the backpack.


Underwear and socks stuffed in shoes.


Non-liquid cosmetics in a plastic bag in my mug. (Power packers still gotta have their tea.)


Second later: slip wrapped around shoes, sheet-sleeping-bag, mug.

As I ran around I asked mom, frustrated tears in my eyes, if she would make me some food, as it was six thirty pm and all I’d had to eat all day was four crackers with tuna and part of an egg sandwich.


Bag full of food. Will it fit?


And…it fits!


Liquid cosmetics and notebook in front pocket.


Other front pocket…cell phone, tea bags, card holder, and droid.

I used my phone to take a picture of my droid, which is the biggest space saver as it functions as my computer, and lets me read books and listen to music.


I’ll end with a picture of the cute Thai water bottles mom sent along.



Oh yes, there was one more thing I wanted to say. I tried so hard to pare down on clothing, ending up with three dresses, three shirts, and one skirt. It felt like nothing, but when I thought about it, I can make it into twelve outfits…almost a different outfit everyday.

Well we will have to see how it goes, but so far I have enjoyed the simple lack of bulk.