My plane landed at 9:30pm Sunday night–that’s 12:30am on the east coast and since I’d been soaking up time with my {in}courage sisters all weekend, I had quickly adapted to the different time zone.
I was tired, but determined to make progress toward home. It’s a three hour drive from the Los Angeles airport, to our home in San Luis Obispo. I grabbed a coffee, picked up my luggage, hugged my traveling partner good-bye and merged onto the 405 freeway north.
I traveled for a couple hours and started to feel the dark night wooing me to sleep. The smartest thing to do was to stop and get a hotel room, even if only for a few hours of much needed rest. I pulled off the freeway in Carpinteria, a tiny beach town and checked in to a hotel. As I settled into the bed I felt my body relax and sleep came quickly.
I set my alarm for 6am and as soon as it went off, I hopped out of bed, anxious to get on the road again. I threw on clothes, zipped up my suitcase and grabbed another cup of coffee as I headed out of the hotel and into the parking lot. My keys were already in my hand and I clicked the button to unlock the car. Nothing happened. I clicked again. And nothing happened. A feeling of dread mixed with panic swept over me. Oh no. No. Ugh.
The car was dead. I figured I must have left the lights on the night before. I was tired and in a hurry to get out of the car. I called AAA and sat down on the curb to wait.
“I’m such an idiot.” I told myself.
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