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We survived the snowpocalypse! For those of you who don't know, which I'm sure is none of you because all my readers are friends and family, but I will explain for posterity, there was a blizzard earlier this week. This picture doesn't really do it justice because knee-high snow isn't that rare up here, it's just that it usually builds up over a few months. But all this snow basically fell overnight! Jared and I both had the day off work, so we went out to explore!
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Look what we found in our parking lot! An abandoned "bobcat!" I know that's what it's called because our neighbor who was also exploring told us. He said that the person manning it was trying to plow the snow but gave up. We're stuck at home, not only because we can't drive through the snow, but also because this machine is blocking our only exit! But who cares, we're having a blast in the snow, what could possibly go wrong? As we gleefully bound through the snow, unaware of what fate is about to befall us, our keys fell out of Jared's pocket. Normally, not a big deal, we can just retrace our steps until we find them. But when you drop something in fresh snow, it sinks straight to the bottom, and you have to dig to find it, and it is very likely that you will cover it up with more snow as you dig.
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Our keys were somewhere beneath all this snow. Jared searched for about an hour and I helped for 15 minutes before I panicked and started crying. We were locked out of our apartment! We can't get a locksmith because no locksmith would ever go into work today, he's probably snowed in at his house. Even if a locksmith were available, there is no way he would be able to get to us. Our landlord does not have an extra key, the manager of the condos does not have a master key, and even if they did, we couldn't call them because Jared doesn't have their numbers in his cell phone and I left mine in the apartment! We have friends that live within walking distance, but I'm not exactly sure where they live and we don't want to get lost in this blizzard. Plus, Jared is just wearing a hoodie because he wasn't planning on getting locked out of the apartment. If I could just call these friends they would tell me how to get to their apartment and I'm sure would welcome us with open arms because they're very hospitable, but Jared doesn't have their cell number in his phone. I call the police. They say they don't break into people's homes unless it's an emergency, like if something is on fire, also they are really backed up on emergency calls and are having enough trouble as it is maneuvering through the blizzard. So they can't help. We ask our sweet elderly neighbor for help. If she has access to the internet I could read my emails and find phone numbers of the friends who live nearby and maybe we could stay there for...how long? How long before a locksmith would be able to get us into our apartment? At least not for another 24 hours. Sweet Neighbor does not have a computer but she does have a phone book. We call several locksmiths just in case they might be available and as expected they are all closed. She also has the white pages, maybe we can call a friend for help! We realize all our friends use cell phones and are thus not in the white pages. Our friends who do have a house phones live in Downers Grove or Wheaton so they won't be in the Naperville white pages anyway. But even if they did live in Naperville, how could they help? No one can drive!!! *calming breath* 

I hope this paragraph expresses the panic we felt during those 2 hours. I'm sitting in the hall (thank God our building doesn't lock, so we were not out in the cold this whole time) searching for someone I might know in the white pages, so I can make an awkward, tearful, pleading call for help when all of a sudden I hear two loud bangs and Jared yell "It's open!!"
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He broke the door down! My hero! Apparently, the door was disturbingly easy to break open. I've never been more thankful for shoddy workmanship! Luckily, there are three locks on our door, and we only had to break one, so we can still use the other two to lock the door. We'll have to replace the door and the deadbolt, but I'm pretty sure that will cost less than a locksmith anyway. All in all, problem solved. 

I learned a lot during this experience. Never before have I been in a situation where literally no one could help us but ourselves, not even the police. I'm thankful that I've never experienced that before. It also made me appreciate my neighbors more. Sweet Neighbor was so comforting! She told us that she had been locked out before too and everything would be okay. She told me she doesn't blame me for crying and was willing to help in anyway she could. I want to get to know her better, I don't even know her name. The snow seemed to bring a lot of neighbors together. Usually we don't talk to each other much, but that day everyone was outside sharing their stories and helping dig each other's cars out of the snow. Being locked out makes me want to be a better neighbor.
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Being locked out reminded me of how many friends we have around us who would be so willing to help us if they could. Even though we couldn't reach them, it made me feel better knowing that they were there. I hope they know that we're here for them when they need us. Being locked out makes me want to be a better friend.

Also, I felt like Jared and I managed this crisis well. I cried like a baby, while he took care of business. What a team! We didn't get mad at each other, which I'm thankful for. He could have gotten mad at me for not being helpful, and I could have made him feel bad for losing the keys, or breaking down the door, but we were able to focus on what mattered, getting back into our apartment. I hope that we are able to handle future crises, there will inevitably be many, even better. Mainly I just don't want to be a weepy wreck next time. Being locked out makes me want to be a better wife.

Thanks for reading this! I hope it wasn't too long or sappy. I've been reading my favorite blogs and thinking about what I like so much about them. It's not the style or the pictures or the food or clothes (although I love those) but the way in which the blogger is able to be authentic, open and honest. I feel like I have been guarded in recent posts. I think about something to write then say to myself "No one cares about that part of my life" and don't write it. I'm going to try to not do that anymore. Not because I know you are all just dying to hear every mundane aspect of my day, but because reading the sincere thoughts of other bloggers encourages and inspires me. I love that I can relate to complete strangers because of our common experiences. So in hopes of being encouraging and inspiring, I will try to write more personally in the future. Wish me luck! 

Locals, how did you survive the Snowpocalypse? Please share in the comments. Let's get some authentic, open, and honest dialogue going here!
 


Nicolette Good
02/07/2011 14:40

Holy moly, Molly! That was intense! I'm glad it worked out in the end, and I would've cried, too. Heck, I've cried over less :)

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02/09/2011 11:31

I really enjoyed reading this, and I love that it was written as an adventure story with a few beautiful lessons.
Good luck with the openness thing! I am also trying to work on that lately. Here is a pretty cool link sort of on the subject that was inspiring for me.
http://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability.html
It's fascinating that a blog, something that is such a mix of intensely personal and excruciatingly public, can push us to try to be better people.

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Susan Janek
02/10/2011 15:29

Wow what a ordeal. I do like reading your blog. and yes we are interested in what you have to say and how you feel about things.It is a shame that we feel like we cannot be more open and share our thoughts and feelings.Granny loved quilts also and bought several, which she left for each of us. Daddy even had one from his Mother or Grandmother!!it was in a very delicate condition. Keep on blogging

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