Two days ago, we had a snow day which caused all of the Atlanta area to shut down. Entirely. The flakes came fast and fell hard, taking everyone by surprise and starting a panic...It was an adventure that I'll never forget. My mom said she wanted to drive me to work even though the snow wasn't supposed to fall until the late afternoon, but the weather had other things in mind. By 10AM things were becoming steadily worse and worse, causing us to close the chicken store early. We ran around like our heads chopped off in a rush to finish everything and get home as quickly as we could. After waiting over an hour and a half for my mom to grab me from the mall, taking the journey home was even worse. At this point, my migraine activated and we waited for over two and a half hours to get home. Desperate times call for desperate measures and that included taking a treacherous hill; praying we wouldn't get stuck. But we did. Panic set in and I could feel the tears, but all of the sudden, someone came by in their four wheeler asking if we needed to be pushed up. Tears now of joy and thankfulness. At this point my face was burning up and everything ached; so snow from the top of the car was the answer. I'm thankful for the kind souls (KSU students) who appeared later and stepped up to help direct traffic and push cars up another terrible hill. To say the least, I'm so excited to be a part of that school next autumn. We spent over 5 hours trying to get home on a journey that should have taken 15 minutes. I've never been more happy to see the old oak at the front of our neighborhood. Arriving home safely (and not having to abandon our car), and having a mother who learned to drive in New York and who was wise enough to tell me I couldn't drive to work, was only by the goodness of God. Seriously.
After coming home, only a few minutes of light remained and I took the opportunity. I also went out again yesterday to grab a couple more photos before it all melts away. There's a reason why I live down south and why I long for green to come again, but honestly, these winter times are starting to grow on me a little bit more.