Last week during the epic blizzard my car got towed. Yes, I never thought that this would ever happen to me. Apparently I parked my car on the corner of my neighborhood and that's not allowed during snow emergencies. It was rough, but I got through it. Looking back at it now I just laugh because I was so upset. Here are five emotions I faced after my car was towed.

Paranoia. I first ventured out of my house two days after the blizzard. As I am walking to the corner, my eyes are trying to find my navy Hyundai. I am thinking to myself "it didn't get towed did it?" My heart starts beating as I am starting to see another car parked in that same spot.

Heartbreak. Yup it happened, my car probably was towed. I feel like I just lost a child. This is my first car, so I'm really attached to it. I am freaking out and calling my dad while crying. He tells me it's going to be fine, but I'm just so stressed out.

Curiosity. Now I am thinking of ways I can get my car back. I first call the local police officer. I give him my information and my car's info. He tells me it might be stolen since none of the local towing companies have found that car yet. All of a sudden he gets a call saying they've kept it at a towing place near the city. Now I have my information, so I feel a little better.

Fear. I head over to the police station to get papers saying that I could get my car back. I'm really terrified because I've never really been to a police station before, but I guess there's a first time for everything. Apparently I'm not the only one whose car got towed and some people are super shady looking. I feel like one of them might punch me in the face. The police officer lady isn't super friendly but still hands me a paper that basically says I can get my car back.

Happiness. I now head over to the towing company with my document in hand. I pay $200 which is still not bad because everyone was telling me about how it would be at least $500. I see my cute little Hyundai Accent and hop right in. It was such a great feeling to be driving my car back to my house. All of the negative feelings just went away.

I must say this taught me a huge lesson. I will never park my car on a corner ever again. To be honest it wasn't even me. My friend parked my car for me, but I trusted her judgement because she has been driving longer than I have. Oh well, not her fault. I should've just parked it myself. Anyways I'm just glad to have my car back, and now my dad and I are listening and laughing to my crying voicemails from last week.