The best laid plans…

First of all, I want to apologize for being M.I.A. for so long that you might have started to think I had abandoned the blog. Not true, but there has been a lot going in my life and now with it slightly in the past I may have emerged with some lessons and tips that I can share.

So here is the story:

Two weeks ago I made a super impromptu decision to drive up to San Francisco/ Bay Area to see a multitude of friends and maybe even get in some recruiter visits for that ever illusive job I am searching for. Even though I made the decision last-minute, it seemed like everything was falling into place ever so perfectly. Each of my friends were free on the best days for me to see them and even more graciously, willing to let me stay with them.

The drive up was fine and when I arrived I got to spend some time with one of my best friends at her office happy hour and got to meet some of her awesome co-workers. The next morning was great, getting the opportunity to again get ready with my friend just like we used to in the good-ole college days. She headed off to work and I headed off to see a friend that I met in Lourdes, France on a service trip all the way back in 2009, so our reunion was long past due. We drove into the city across the Golden Gate Bridge (something that neither of us had ever done) and then down Lombard (a street famous for being steep and its 8 hair-pin turns). We then began our venture for a cool fabric store or something of the like to appease our crafty personalities and sadly that’s where our adventure ended. We got into a car accident, had to be towed, and as two out-of-towners, that ended our day together.

RIP 2001 Acura MDX. We had some great times together.

Thankfully no one was hurt and thankfully her brother, who is also a friend from Lourdes, was also in the city and able to take her home because as sure as I am that I would have found a way to get her home, it really made the moment so much less stressful than it already was. Another thing I was glad to have in my arsenal was a good sense of direction and no fear when it comes to hoofing-it and finding my way home without a vehicle. That comes from a longtime love of maps and having the technique perfected in my study abroad travels. So, remembering that CalTrain was just about two blocks away from the body shop, I left my largest possession behind and for $7 was transported to within feet of the front door of my friend’s office. While my friend was gracious enough to offer me her car to get back to her apartment, I just wasn’t feeling like getting back into a car so fast. The first time being in an accident as a driving adult is very shattering when you realize that you are no longer in control of hunk of metal, plastic, and rubber that weighs a ton, so I just caught a cab.  Although I severely mourn the loss of my first and only car and now have to get a new one, I would rather be living in a place where I didn’t have to have one. (The whole situation could have been avoided if that were the case!) But I live in L.A. where the public transportation is less than desirable.

This experience, though not what I would describe as desired or pleasurable, has given me a lot of insight into what really happens in an accident, after an accident, and most recently, into car buying. All things that I hope to be able to share with you should you ever be in the same situation.

I believe that everything happens for a reason, so I just hope that one day it might be a little clearer as to why that happened. Even though I didn’t get to spend enough time with everyone I wanted to see, no one was hurt and we get to say we had an adventure together.

While I get some tips together, check out my previous post on being prepared for an accident. Because I did that post, I was totally prepared as far as paperwork and procedure goes, but now I have more insight into the actual moment.