When I moved from home, there was a tornado during my first week of college...and I had no idea. My brother-in-law (sister's boyfriend at the time) called to ensure I'd found the basement, but I didn't know what county I was in, so I was unconcerned! It seems so naive now. Anyway, on Mother's Day, we had our fair share of weather in our area. I left my parents' early to avoid driving in the yucky storms we were promised, but aside from that, I was just watching the news...waiting. I live in an apartment, and I had no idea we had storm shelters until they posted "NEW CODES!" for the shelters a week ago. However, I also didn't take the time to find said shelters last week. Even after my dad told me to...sorry, Dad.
As I was curled up in my bathtub - *tennis shoes on, pillows piled up, and meteorologists repeating on my laptop to seek shelter - I decided I at least needed to be under the staircase on our main floor. I grabbed a phone charger, my purse, and a sweatshirt, and heard my neighbor yelling to hurry as I came out the door. Good thing someone knew where this shelter was! I was secure there, but it prompted me to come home and fill an emergency bag. Everyone else in the shelter seemed much more prepared! I'm notorious for being over-prepared, but everyone laughs until they need something :)
*The thing you always hear on the news is, "I didn't even have shoes on!" I took note of this.