The topic of the week is “Lost and Found.” The first thing I thought of when reading this prompt was how often I get lost. I was not given a sense of direction, no, in it’s place, I have a scrambler. My advanced ability to connect random things together means that I often get lost in thought and find myself traveling down unexpected paths.
Soon after moving into my neighborhood, I took the kids trick or treating. My older kids confidently ran off with friends, leaving me with my little one. We happily went door to door in the dark, until her feet were tired. I looked up and realized I didn’t recognize a single thing. Not a thing. We walked for a while. Then, admitting defeat I started asking people if they happened to know where my street was located.
Unfortunately, not only am I really good at getting lost, I am also excellent at forgetting left and right. So, it really didn’t matter if someone told me to go to the corner, take a right, then two lefts and another right….I wouldn’t remember…hmmm, was that two rights and a left, or a left, two rights….did I already take a right, or was that a left? My right, or your right? ugh. Once I even blurted out, “Do you know where I live?” “Do you recognize me?” It didn’t matter that I had a cell phone on me. Who would be able to walk me through the maze sight unseen, with my sketchy knowledge of locations?
I did make it home. Embarrassed, with a tired crying daughter and a new found resolve to figure out the neighborhood. I will commit street names to memory. I will be able to tell anyone, at any time, how to get to my house, the little one in the center of the labyrinth.
But…years later, I am still stuck. Last weekend someone asked how to get back to the main road from my house and all I had was gibberish to offer. Now I am afraid to walk the dog in case they are still driving around aimlessly- full of murderous thoughts over my insane directions.
Funny thing though. I found that I am really, really good at corn mazes. Living in the Midwest, corn mazes are a fall tradition and, traditionally I find my way without all the confusion of regular life. Peculiar.