She was lost. Again.
She’d been pretty sure she read the maps right, but apparently she made a wrong turn somewhere along the way and ended up several blocks in the opposite direction.
Not that it was the first time. She always got lost in her travels. It had become a joke among her friends, and they thought she kept it up on purpose. But no, it just so happened she was bad at directions, and she wasn’t a great planner.
“Still not used to this feeling, huh,” she told herself, muttering under her breath.
At the verge of panicking, she closed her eyes. She had to steady herself, and that meant returning to some form of her comfort zone.
“So what did you do?” her best friend over the phone that night, when she got back to her hotel.
“I stood in the middle of the intersection with my eyes closed, mentally listing the pros and cons of my situation. I actually have enough to write a whole blog post about it.”
“I nearly got run over by a car.”
Laughter erupted from the other end of the line. “Was the driver cute, at least?”
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.