Over-prepared

I think it’s pretty safe to say we had no idea what was going to happen in that snow/ice storm we had. It was either going to hit us or not, drop over a foot of snow or inches of ice or get barely anything.

I’m someone who likes to be prepared for stuff, and I worry about what could happen. And since this is my first time out on my own, officially, I have to take care of things.

When the tornado watches and warnings came a few months ago, I put a camping chair in the basement and packed up a bag with chargers, my weather radio, snacks, electric candles, batteries, water, a blanket.

I sat it out in front of the TV with the news on, constantly checking weather apps and listening to the radio, and eventually hauled butt to the basement.

During the winter storm, I was again hauling butt, but trying to find a snow shovel.

I bought canned foods, a case of water, filled up pitchers just in case. I put blankets, dry clothes, food and a flashlight in my car in case I got stuck anywhere despite not having any intentions of driving in the weather.

Is that stuff still in my car? Yes. Partially just in case and partially because I haven’t removed it.

The way I see it is better to be over-prepared than not. Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.

During the tornado time, I was so worried about what I would do if it came our way. How would the house fare? How much of my stuff would be lost forever?

But that’s the thing with tough situations like that. Once you’re put in them, you tend to realize how tough you actually are. Or you have anxiety like me and second guess literally everything before entering a false sense of calmness.

Thankfully we weathered those storms (see what I did there?) without too much damage. And now we’re in the winter/spring mix of sprinter. Let’s see what this brings us, shall we?