I get lost a lot. Way too often. My sense of direction is practically nonexistent, and this is not good when I travel alone. I rely solely on Google Maps to get from point A to point B, and even then I’ll still manage to make a wrong turn here or there. Sometimes, my phone likes to die, since that’s what it’s best at, and then I’m on my own. I’ve had public safety come knocking on my door because my phone died and I managed to get lost trying to walk back to campus and my parents were worried I had died or something. I’ve spent an hour driving around the county I live in because my phone was dead and I couldn’t figure out how to get home. The latest time I got lost was over Thanksgiving break. I was driving home from my aunt and uncle’s house in Sleepy Hollow, NY and naturally, my phone was dead, like it always is, because apparently sitting in my purse for most of the day was too much work for it. I found my way to the highway I needed to be on, though, so I thought that I was good to go. I can brag about how I found my way home without a GPS, I thought. I thought too soon.
I took the exit that was pointing towards New Jersey, since that’s where I live, and so why wouldn’t I follow a sign that is pointing towards New Jersey? Well apparently there is more than one New Jersey. Or at least more than one way to get to New Jersey, and this was the wrong way. Shocker.
I knew right when I got onto the new highway that I had yet again gone the wrong way. (The reason I’m not saying the name of the highways, by the way, is because I don’t have the slightest clue as to what any of their names are. Who knows the names of highways, anyway?). I got off on an exit hoping that I would be able to find some sort of U turn to get me back to where I just was. No such luck. This lead to me driving around aimlessly yet again, only since I wasn’t in Bergen County, where I’m from, I had absolutely no idea where I was. I decided that the only way I would ever find my way home was if I got my phone to charge, so I went into some random pizza shop to charge my phone. I told my parents that I was lost (again) and that I was waiting for my phone to charge so I could use my GPS to get home. My phone probably charges slower than it takes a wall of paint to dry, by the way. My dad called me and told me that he would direct me home since he knew where I was. My phone was on a whopping six percent at that point, so I wasn’t feeling to confident, but oh well, whatever.
Anyway, there’s really not much else to this story other than my dad managed to direct me home even though he wasn’t even there. I clearly didn’t get his navigation skills, since whenever a stranger asks me for directions I almost have a heart attack because even if I know where a place is, I don’t have the slightest clue of how to tell them to get there.
If anyone would like to get me a gift this Christmas, a car charger would be lovely. You’ll save me a lot of emotional turmoil (and money on gas).
