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I have always wondered if I was directionally impaired. This wondering started a few years ago when I developed an exaggerated tendency to get lost.
It all started when I got my drivers license, and my supposed freedom, but you can only be free if you can find your way around. I discovered this very fast. Suddenly when it was all up to me, navigating was a lot harder and more confusing. I got lost. Often. And when I did get lost I used to burst into tears. So as you can imagine driving was a rather stressful event for me, but as I drove more I got better at it. Now I don't get lost so often or burst into tears when I do.
So when I went for a run yesterday I felt sure that I would have no problem finding my way back to the house again. After all, it's been a while since last I got lost. I had already walked the route with Emily and it was a big block. Couldn't be easier. I got lost. It was at this point that I realised that I didn't know where I was or what the house number was. The only thing is did know was that the house was on a corner and I thought I knew the names of the two streets that formed this corner. It was at this point that I discovered that the street I thought I knew actually had many versions - a south running version and a north running version to name a few. This left me walking up and down the one street that I did know, hoping that I would recognise the house and cursing my South African mentality that caused me to leave my cell phone at home! Just when I was about to give up and sit on the sidewalk and cry, a car slowed and a window rolled down and there was Andy! I was saved! I got into the car and it was then that I discovered that I was actually standing on my front lawn when Andy had found me! I felt kinda stupid!
Today I took Emily to work and I got there ok and I thought I was set for the way back - all I had to do was reverse the direction that I had come. I got lost. I made it all the way down to the beach before I realized that I didn't know how to get home. This time I had to phone Emily to rescue me! Because of this, it took me most of the morning to work up enough courage to explore downtown Fort Lauderdale. I wanted to visit the art museum but I didn't know where it was. I didn't get lost. But perhaps this had more to do with the GPS telling me where to turn than my navigational skills!
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