I am directionally challenged. I admit it. It is a point of frustration for my husband who has an internal compass and never gets lost because he is not afraid to ask for directions. I take that back...he has gotten turned around a couple of times, but that is because I was the one reading the map.
I cannot follow "landmark directions." Please tell me street names and distances. I have the directions to my brother's house in my pda, and I still refer to them even though he has lived on the same street for the past eight years. In my defense, he does live in another state. It's not like he is within walking distance or anything.
Once, my sister and I were coming back from a shopping trip to a town about an hour north of us. All of a sudden we saw the welcome sign for a totally different town to my west. We both screeched the name of the town with confusion in our voices. Apparently, we missed the turn south.
However, today I am feeling a measure of accomplishment. My sister who lives about 5 hours away has been chaperoning at a youth camp only about an hour and a half from my house. I mapquested the directions, wrote them down, and promptly left them on the desk. Despite this oversight, I remembered them and found the camp without a hitch.
It was nice to spend a few hours talking with her, analyzing other family members, comparing children, and planning a potential family vacation.
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