moving (night)

I have been helping my grandmother move her stuff over to her apartment. The past day has been a growing experience. With all the sleet and ice, it was difficult to drive. I lost control of the car for a few seconds but luckily gained control quick enough that I just bounced off the curb once. In addition, I had my first experience driving a circle. If you're not from New Jersey, that's a road in the form of a circle where an intersection would be. There are exits off the circle you take to get to the appropriate roads. They are horrendous. Someone, years ago, must have graduated from Drexel with a civil engineering degree and thought up those monstrosities. j/k My uncle went to pick up a pickup truck (unintended pun) that he bought to help move my grandmother's stuff. So, I was supposed to drive the car that he drove to get the truck back to my grandmother's condo (not the apartment). Since I didn't know the way, I had to follow him. Following someone around a circle is incredibly difficult. After I left the circle, I could not see my uncle's truck anywhere. I drove down a little ways and pulled onto the shoulder to look around but saw no sign of him. It turned out that he was a few miles down the road from me waiting, but considering I had no idea where I was. . . Eventually, I called my mother, who called my grandmother to get the phone number to reach my uncle who came to find me (but not before picking up my driving glasses from my home).