These two adventures are more like un-adventures in driving, but they mark what could be a turning point in my navigational skills.
Saturday, it was my task to get to West Chester to watch Ronda and some others perform at a concert. Not only had I never driven to West Chester before, but I had to get there via highway. And one of those highways was one I had never driven on before (I-75). However, wonder of wonders, I managed to get there without getting the least bit lost! I also managed to get home without getting lost, but that was only because I called my parents to see if I had in mind the correct way to get home. I did not have in mind the correct way to get home. That potential crisis was averted.
On Sunday, I got my senior pictures taken. The outside pictures were taken at Spring Grove Cemetery, and once we were finished there I was to follow Annette (my photographer) to her house for some inside pictures. The only thing I hate more than trying to drive to a new place is following someone to a new place. We got onto I-75 during rush hour and ended up getting split up. I just barely noticed in time when she got off on an exit and ended I-75 ordeal number three. The rest of the drive to her house was uneventful. But then I had to get back home. She gave me clear directions to I-75, but once I got on I realized that I had no idea where I was. I tried calling home, but my parents were gone. I decided to try it alone, even though I was on the verge of panic. I found an exit onto Ronald Reagan, and figured that I could find some way home once I was on a familiar highway, and I ended up at a spot that I knew well. I-75 ordeal number four had been successfully completed!
I may have finally begun to overcome my inability to drive to new places without getting hopelessly lost!
4 comments:
Now that I think of it, I do not think I have ever personally driven on I-75. How strange. Really, I-71 appeals more to my tastes.
I myself had a Spring Grove Ave. ordeal last Thursday, but fortunately the roads are labeled there, unlike those from my Morrow ordeal in August. Of course, the Morrowites do not look like they might choose to shoot me.
I hate driving on I-71. I've only done it once, and that was back when I had my temps. My mom thought I was going to get us killed.
Do you think that was I-71's doing or that you just had your temps?
I'm not sure. Probably a mixture of both. I've heard other people say they dislike I-71, too, so I'm guessing it's not just me.
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