Lost

Sometimes getting lost is the best thing that can happen to me. Last night, after throwing an internal temper tantrum and calling my mom for reassurance that I can, in fact, write this thesis, (she just wrote a thesis of her own so she understands these things), my friend K and I decided to go to Walmart. Now, despite the fact that I have lived out here on the Mainline for almost a year, I still do not know how to get to Walmart. This is partly out of stubbornness because I don't want to feel like I'm staying out in this area. (City city city city!) And also partly because I just have no money to spend so I avoid shopping.

K had her GPS so we figured it would be fine. GPS was rather confused and sent us hurtling off towards a Walmart that was almost 20 miles away. So we turned around to go to the one I knew about near the King of Prussia mall. The GPS was not very clear and neglected to specific I needed to go straight at an intersection. Then it tried to send us down a road that was closed for construction. When we finally got headed in the right direction, I accidentally turned left instead of right and confused the poor GPS even more. (I have trouble following instructions.)

This experience was a good reminder that I always get where I need to go in the end. I usually just take some interesting (and/or frustrating) detours. Right now I am feeling on multiple levels that my personal identity markers have shifted, but that doesn't mean I am lost. I just need to figure out a new direction. Or maybe just keep going and the road will sort itself out.