Last weekend was a roller coaster ride the least to say. Last Friday morning (3/1/2013) I got into a wreck. Long story short, I was leaving the gas station and blinded by the sun for a second. It was a tricky intersection of streets, a morning rush hour, and I made the decision to take a right turn after minutes of hesitation. That decision didn't work out so well.
I ran into a passing car, hit the passenger side of his car. The other driver skid to the grass area on the right side, while I slammed my break and stopped in middle of the busy feeder road of the highway. It happened all too quickly. No one was hurt, but both of the cars involved was significantly damaged. My car's front bumper was completely destroyed and about to be detached.
It was all too much of a lucky day. Z happened to had that day off, so he quickly appeared at the scene. My dad answered my frantic call immediately and began to advise me on next steps to do. I wasn't hurt; he other driver was hurt either.
If you ask me how I felt immediately after my first car accident, I would tell you that I have no idea. When you realize that you made a big mistake and everything has fallen apart before your eyes, you really don't know what to think. I had million of thoughts running in my head - whether or not if any one was hurt, or if I'm ok - but I don't have the slightest clue about what I was truly thinking. I didn't cry, and I stayed strong. I can tell you that for the rest of that weekend and the next few days after that, I was totally upset. I was mad at myself for the costly mistake I made, all the insurance situation and deductibles that came along. I felt stupid. But then, after talking to my parents, my husband, and my friends, I decided to be more thankful. I was completely injury-free. Car can be replaced, life can't.
That next day Z and I went for car shopping. I didn't think I was going to get a new one that day considering how still devastated I was about old car. But Z and my dad were right there for me. They both thought moving on with a new car was the best option. I was planning on buying a new car; it just happened sooner than later. By 10pm on Saturday, Z and I drove back to our home with a 2013 Hyundai Elantra Coupe. I was happy and terrified all at the same time.
My mind is more at peace now, a week later. My old car has been towed to a local body shop for repair, and I am enjoying driving my updated Elantra. It's the same brand, but it has changed so much. I still miss my old car - it has served me good for the past 5 years. It took me to all the places where I can be with Z when we were in long distance relationship, and I have fond memories with this car on road trips and such. I think first car always remain very sentimental in you, and that's ok. I'm still stressed about driving. I have become more skeptic in my own driving skills, as well as other drivers on the street. I am extra careful, sometimes too careful in a chaotic city of Houston. I am still scared by aggressive drivers, potholes that create the same "bump" that I experienced upon impact, and I fear that I would make the same mistake.
But, I am a much more happy person now. Knowing that I have such an extensive network of support and love makes my mind at peace. I come home to a husband who is always there for me, a dog who is always so excited to greet me, and an apartment home that keeps our family warm and safe. I am blessed. Thank you all.
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