Can I just tell you that I can barely wait for the arrival of my TomTom GPS device? How badly do I need a gps device? Just this weekend I have lost my bearings…
- Saturday morning, I got lost coming back from Rob’s place. (I got to Rob’s fine, coming back is the issue)
- Leaving the baby shower on Saturday, I completely whizzed right by my exit. Took forever to turn around and get back on the right road.
- Sunday evening, I got lost coming back from Rob’s place. Yeah, I know, I got lost the last time too. I have no clue what I am doing wrong but I swear there is a wormhole on Rt 202 North.
This is very normal for me. Whenever I get into my car, I am well aware that I will most likely get lost and have to u-turn… a couple of times. Years ago, I hated to go anywhere because I was positively scared of getting lost. My fear was completely irrational. I honestly thought I would get so lost that I would have to take up residence in the strange town and people would say, “So where do you come from?” and I’d say, “I have no idea!” But then I took a job in which I essentially became a road warrior and I learned that even if I got lost, I could usually find my way back, as long as I called my father for directions. Soon my fear of getting lost was replaced with the fear that I might not be able to reach my father on my cell phone. People say to me that there is nothing wrong with my sense of direction, it’s just that I have a mental block. What I have is mental alright, it’s a mental deficiency. I really try to visualize a map in my mind– the problem I have is when I turn, so does the map. Everything is always straight ahead of me. And nothing is ever really familiar. The only thing familiar is getting lost.
My hope is that the TomTom will finally get me situated. We shall see. I have high hopes.
“At first available chance, please perform a u-turn”