Friday, April 13th I experienced my first tornado. The severe weather was forecasted for most of that day, but I’ll admit I thought they were exaggerating just a bit. It was around 5:00pm when things didn’t seem fun and I was scared.
This is the freaking flaw of living alone. There’s always a possibility of dying alone in your house and no one even know it (okay maybe a little dramatic. Nonetheless, these thoughts started running in my mind.
I’m watching the local news and I assume the storm was now approaching the DFW metropolitan area because now their time frames for each county was listed on the screen. So I then hear the sound of the tornadoes siren. Again, what the hell is one to do at this point? The sounds could be heard for about 5 minutes and then it just stopped.
So I noticed its 6:00pm on my clocks and on the TV the time frame for my area is 6:44pm. (What the fuck does this mean?). So I then called a few natives, I had to get some form of explanation of what the hell was going on. I was advised to prep my bathroom for a mini refugee camp. I had towels and a blanket in the tub along with a few pillows. I had my radio, flashlight, laptop, cell phone & chargers, bottled water, some breakfast bars, and my Kush. The idea is if I were to be trapped in the bathroom at least I’ve have something to keep me alive until help arrives. (Oh yes, I’m having a freaking blast now).
At this point, I am scared and highly annoyed. I’d take a freaking earthquake any day over this shit. At least earthquakes strikes without the long drawn out warnings and hardly ever happen. Whereas here I have a whole freaking season dedicated to this natural disaster.
So around 6:44pm the sky is dark as hell. My ass kept running to my French doors so I could see what was going (that was my “Becky” moment). It starts raining hard, which then turns into hail. The hails was the size of freaking golf balls. (Thank God I have covered parking). I run into the bathroom and just sit tight while my TV is up loud. (I need to get a portable one now I guess). The newscast was interrupted for the emergency broadcasting of severe tornado warning. Again, what the hell???
I swear it was the worst feeling. You feel like your waiting to die in the most horrific way. I didn’t let negative thoughts consume my mind most of the time, but damn it this shit is just straight up scary. Especially going through this the first time alone (physically). While I am in NO rush to run out and grab a roommate, this is just one of the major FLAWS to living alone. At least I am cool with my neighbors. (But in all honesty I forgot about them and just wanted to stay in my own home in my bathroom, LOL).
Oh the joys of living in Dallas…
