Also the only app on my phone at the time was Snake and as far as I know that probably would have gotten me more lost than I already was.
Back to the phone call with my mom, she asked me what roads I was at so she could help get me back on track. I answer her with the name of the main road I was traveling on, to which she replied "that's the road your school is on". And so that's when we realized I can't find my way out of a paper bag.
Fast forward about 10 years from that phone call and I pretty much have navigating through Orlando down to a science, plus the drive to and from Tallahassee. Naturally I moved to unfamiliar Colorado because what fun is knowing where you are and not getting lost all of the time?
I've only driven a few places through town, usually to meet up with Sami or find myself some food. Mostly I just hand the keys over and say "Bear'sus take the wheel". Because there's no denying he's way better at directions than me, also he doesn't go full blown anxiety attack when he doesn't know where he is. So that's a nice change of pace from when I'm panicking behind the wheel.
The optimistic part of this story lives somewhere around the other day when I made a trip to Walmart and missed my turn on the way home. I missed my turn because it was a really, really clear day and there were these ginormous, postcard-like, mountains with perfect amounts of snow sitting on the tops of them, right in front of me. Obviously then I did what any vehicle safety conscience person did, I busted out my camera phone and took as many pictures as I could until there was one that I could send my friends that would do those big beauties some sort of justice.
It was around then I realized that getting lost isn't so bad when you've got all of these really big and new things to look at. I almost kept driving aimlessly towards them but I was low on gas and also Bear wasn't with me to take cool mountain pictures with me and obviously that's a really important thing to do when you go to mountains. Or at least that's what I've gathered from the depths of Instagram.
Either way, I still have Florida tags on my car for now so that makes for a really, really good excuse for my shit driving (see also: completely lost and don't know where I am so I'm going slow so I don't get more lost). I guess once I change my tags over I'm shit out of luck.
Or maybe I'll get a bumper sticker made that reads something like, "Directionally challenged driver. New to town and most likely lost."