my sister and i finally got to destin this morning at 4:30, after leaving nola at 8pm - over 8 hours for what should be a 4.5 hour drive. Turns out we were about as lucky as we could have been - we made better time than anyone we've heard about, took the Causeway out of town and must have hit a pocket of (relatively) little traffic. thank god for small miracles.
i don't know what to say about everything, it looks highly unpleasant; it's more than i want to think about at the moment and i'm not in the mood to philosophize. round and round and round he goes, where he lands, nobody knows...
As I know from 2005, this could be a completely life-changing event. Same situation, same evacuation, the parallels are surreal - but there's one thing in my life that's different this time around. It's strange to say this - especially here, where I've never really discussed relationship-type stuff (and with good reason) but the worst part of this for me at the moment is the possibility that I'm going to have to sit here and watch this happen without my girlfriend.
Megan is the best thing to happen to me in a long, long time, and if everything else in our lives gets twisted all around, she's the one thing I want to stay constant. She's only an hour down the road in Pensacola, but the first rain bands are already here, and driving will be treacherous, so things aren't looking good for the being together when the storm makes landfall, and I can't even tell you how much that sucks.
