Lost in suburbia. Trip and twist your ankle. Walk to far. Squint at curving streets looping around artfully leading you back where you began – or is it? Is that the cul-de-sac I’m looking for? Lost in suburbia again. For the second time in as many continents.
A woman stopped me on the street to ask if I was lost. Sadly it was 20 minutes before I was lost. When I was actually lost, and finally able to find someone to ask for help from, he had no idea where I was going – “All I can tell you is, it’s not this way,”, he said pointing to his house. Later I found that he was standing not 2 blocks from where I was going. 2 blocks in the direction he told me not to go. 4 blocks in the direction I did go.
Suburbia… the Latin word for Where-The-Hell-Am-I-Now?!?!?!?