Well, after 2 days of barely leaving the inside of the apartment, as much as I like it here, I was going just a bit crazy. And, I needed to get started on my name change. So, that meant a trip, on my own, to the Social Security Office. Yikes.
Luckily, my super helpful, and so far patient, husband, took the time to go over the route with me last night, and I wrote down the directions of where I needed to go.
So, this morning, armed with my scribbled notes, and a fresh batch of confidence thanks to a slightly exasperated pep talk from Wyatt, I set out, and everything was going great.
Until I hit the detour.
Stupid road work.
So, after several extra turns, and only one almost-missed-turn, and one semi-u-turn, I made it.
I was there for maybe 10 minutes, and then I was out and on my way back home. Time to follow the directions backward, which I admit, would have been easier if I’d paid a bit more attention during the detour turns. But, still, I made the return trip with no complications.
A little dramatic for a trip that took a total of 30 minutes? Yup, but I don’t care. I’m still nervous for the next trip out, even with this first one behind me. I just hate feeling like I don’t know where I’m going.
I need a new phone, complete with gps, please. And soon.
In the meantime, maybe a map would be helpful…