We finally got there at 2 in the morning, and then I could officially relax and enjoy my break. Thanksgiving was wonderful!
But 4 days later, we were back on the road again.
I ran my big mouth and said I would drive at least 5 hours on the way back home.
But by the time it was my turn to drive for the second time, it was completely dark. After driving for an hour, the road felt like it kept getting narrower and narrower.
It looked like the road was starting to disappear. And then the lights all started to blend together. I thought it would stop, so I kept driving. But after driving like that for 10 minutes, I started to have a mild panic attack. I couldn't concentrate on driving straight anymore, and I even started feeling dizzy. Jacob had me get off at the next exit, and then he drove home the rest of the way. So on the way back home, I only drove about 2 and a half hours...
I felt really bad, but I think I would have felt worse if I had accidentally killed us.
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