I have a great sense of direction.
Seriously. That's not bragging, it's the truth. I'm the person you ask for directions, the one who helps when people get lost, the one who can always find their way home.
In fact, the first time I was in CA, I was in a car with some friends - they had picked me up at the airport, and we drove into San Franciso to pick up another, and then we were driving to a house that we'd rented for a few days. (This was in the early days of the internet, when flying across the country to meet people you'd only met online basically assured that you were flying to meet a hairy 15 year old axe murderer.)
We got lost. I got us out of there - me. The only one in the car who didn't live in California.
Don't ask my husband to give you directions - people end up in the wrong city when he does so. We all have our strengths - the man can fix anything in the entire world that breaks, no matter if he's never ever done tht kind of work. It's more than slightly maddening, but at least I can tell people how to find places. My directions might be along the lines of, "Turn right at the 7-11, and then go down to the house with the yellow door" - but I can get you there. I'm also really really good at finding my way around my own town, and the neighboring cities.
I never get lost.
A couple of weeks ago, one of my daughters had an event and I needed to pick her up at 10 p.m. downtown. It was in an area with which I am familiar and I left my house in plenty of time. It was an easy 20 minute ride and I brought a book, thinking I'd be early enough to sit and read for a minute.
And I GOT LOST. Completely and totally, 100% lost. So lost that I started to be afraid. Which was totally ridiculous.
It started when I drove to the other city on auto pilot and passed the road upon which I needed to turn - and didn't realize it until several streets later - and when I did, the cut through I thought was there had been closed for road construction and there was a detour. I followed that detour, but it lead to a residential area - one that is pretty expensive - and had NO streetlights OR street signs.
And I kept circling around, knowing that *surely* one of those roads would lead to a road I knew - but it didnt, and I became more and more disoriented. I looked online on my phone, but the theater had no street address (??) and I had no idea where I was. I entered the name of the building into my GPS, but with no street name it wasn't found.
It was so ridiculous and so frustrating that I started to cry. Not because I was afraid, or lost, but just because I was so incredibly frustrated. Have you ever been that upset with yourself? I kept driving, and calling my daughter, whose friend must have thought I was the *biggest* idiot - who gets lost in this tiny city? Finally, I gave up, and we agreed to meet at a different location.
So instead of being 15 minutes early, I ended up meeting my daughter at a McDonalds almost 20 minutes late. I felt like a drug dealer pulling in to a fast food parking lot at almost 10:30, peering into cars, looking for my kid - and profuse apologies and sincere, although ridiculous, explanations, later - we were on our way -
and I still have no idea how I became so lost.
I think I'm being given a lot of opportunities to learn humility lately. I just wish that one of them would stick so I could stop going through these situations. I'm getting tired of them.
Today, I was in that same city, and I purposely got lost, trying to find my way to that theater, just so that never happens again.