Maps are great if you can read them

It's not any fun getting lost. I've discovered this many times since moving to Tuscaloosa. Now, I've always been aware that I have a less than stellar sense of direction. Just so you know, if we are taking a road trip  do not appoint me as the navigator. But these past two weeks have been ridiculous. It is almost as though the universe has plotted against me regarding my need to arrive at a place and my inability to do so.

It all began when I needed to go to a very small town in Alabama for a wedding. Vernon is a little place, not too far from Tuscaloosa, but far enough that I got desperately lost and drove nearly to Columbus, Mississippi. My mother and I were trying to get to a wedding rehearsal. We were supposed to arrive by 6:00, but let's just say that at 6:15 I noticed a sign designating that we were a mere 17 miles from Columbus. Also, the roads in Mississippi were terrible. 

Mississippi: making Alabama look a little bit better in the eyes of the rest of the nation. 

Just kidding, Mississippi. Y'all are alright. 

Anyway, that was just my first lost adventure (and granted, the most severe) since moving to Tuscaloosa. Some of the others have occurred on campus at the university. I might have had an excuse the first time I walked with some girls in my program from the building in which my classes are held to the student center. We didn't know the most direct route (or really any route; we just knew the general direction). The distance between the two buildings is pretty great considering that they are on the same campus. I mean, it probably shouldn't have taken us like two hours to get there, but we did stop by a museum-y thing for a while. So perhaps we are excused.

However, then we walked a second time, and got lost again. It didn't take quite as long to arrive this second trip, but we also didn't go to any museum-y things.

And then we did it a third time! We've gotten turned around 3/3 trips we have taken from our building to the student center. This last trip, we estimated that we walked for an hour and half. That's just walking time; it does not include any time we spent in the bookstore or at our pit stop in the rec center on the way back to our building.

None of this includes the multitude of times I have just driven in the wrong direction on the correct street, or in the correct direction down the wrong street. It's just not cool. 

I'm thinking I need to hire a guide to lead me around. Anybody interested in the job?

On a completely different note, this blog has had over 1,000 views (not including my own)! I mean, that's not too shabby for a college girl who writes sporadically and without purpose.