I met some a friend and some of her friends at The Copper Hog in Bellingham after work. She was happy because she's leaving a job where she's been unhappy and found the kind of work she's been wanting to do for some time. So, I'm happy for her, and I sure hope it works out well.
When I left, I got in my car, navigated a couple one-way streets and promptly got lost. I have a genetic condition, shared by all my siblings, where I get lost almost every time I go somewhere that's not someplace I go regularly and frequently. Generally, it starts when I see a street name that's familiar, so I turn onto it, hoping I'm turning in the direction that will take me where I want to go. I am always wrong.
So I drove around strange, dark areas of Bellingham and into Fairhaven trying to find my way home. I eventually found my way back to downtown Bellingham and thence home again.
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not only does that happen to me, but then the wrong turn becomes part of my memory as a place i've been so then THAT looks familiar, and i think you know where that's going.
ever heard of a game called geocaching?
it almost makes a sport out of getting lost.
maybe you should play it.
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