So I have a few friends that worry about me when I travel. Apparently they don't have any faith in my sense of direction and are afraid that I will wander off a cliff or something.
Well, I hate to prove these people right, but I had a ridiculous experience this morning. (No cliffs, involved, don't panic) I was having breakfast with a friend--not ten minutes from my house. As I left, I started to head back toward home, to head to work from there--but I realized that I was closer to work where I was, so I took a left in the direction of work.
I was pretty confident that I was going in the right direction--seeing city buses that were headed to the bus station that is 2 blocks from our office was reassuring. But as I looked at the streets go by, they started going down.. lower than the number I was looking for.. 66, 65, 64. So I turned around...and went down two blocks to the next street that wasn't one way in the wrong direction, only to find that it didn't go through, but stopped only one block over.. so I had to go around the block again...and nothing looks familliar at this point.
Meanwhile, this was supposed to save me time, and it's been more than 30 minutes since I left my friend. I head in the opposite direction, see a familiar intersection, head in what I thought was the correct direction.. and then end up where I had been twenty minutes before hand! It was so frustrating, because I knew the right road was there. The signs led me there--but then I couldn't find it.
I ended up following a familiar road a few miles in tne wrong direction, toward home, where it suddenly got familiar, and I was able to find my way to work.
But it occurs to me that I do this with my life too. I go in what I am convinced is the right direction...and I still get lost.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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you know I use drive an eightteen wheeler from PA to Oklahoma city, almost with my eyes closed, I could also tell you where you could park a truck to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner along the way...but when I came home I would get lost on the way to the mall from Pottstown, the mall is in Pottstown!!! I would call Jess at least once a day while I was home, telling her I was lost and asking for help.
Also when I started driving I would always end up in Philly, no matter which way I was going, sometimes it was fun others it was alittle scarey.
Anyway I know how you feel.
Love ya Sis
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