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wispfoxI _hate_ getting lost. More, I hate getting lost when I'm already running late.
The degree to which this is true is evidenced by the fact that, if I'm both running late and lost - especially if I'm alone in the car - I am almost certainly going to end up in tears at some point.
I've determined that driving in Boston makes getting lost both worse and easier to do. I already knew I had reason to avoid driving in Boston; now I'm just having it proven to myself.
On the plus side, the reason I'm driving in Boston - training for volunteering at The Network/La Red - is going well. I'm actively enjoying myself, even though it's periodically a bit of a brain fuck (unsurprisingly, mind). Not sure at this point if I'll yet be ready for crisis hotline work by the end of training (which is what I'm aiming for, since it'll help with getting into the school I want to attend), but I've got 2.5 years until I wander the country, so it's not an immediate rush. Thankfully.
Tired. Sleep now.
But yeah. Hate getting lost. At least last weekend, I could just leave ridiculously early and leave time for getting lost. Not so easy when leaving from work, which is both further away and not as easy to leave excessive amounts of time open for (I gave myself 2 hours on Sat morning; it turns out it's only 30 minutes away from home, but I took 1.5 hours to get there on Saturday). But I definitely need to leave at 5, not 5:30, on Tuesday. And hopefully not get lost; I'm not sure how well I'll succeed, as I'm not completely sure what I need to do in order to avoid it.
The degree to which this is true is evidenced by the fact that, if I'm both running late and lost - especially if I'm alone in the car - I am almost certainly going to end up in tears at some point.
I've determined that driving in Boston makes getting lost both worse and easier to do. I already knew I had reason to avoid driving in Boston; now I'm just having it proven to myself.
On the plus side, the reason I'm driving in Boston - training for volunteering at The Network/La Red - is going well. I'm actively enjoying myself, even though it's periodically a bit of a brain fuck (unsurprisingly, mind). Not sure at this point if I'll yet be ready for crisis hotline work by the end of training (which is what I'm aiming for, since it'll help with getting into the school I want to attend), but I've got 2.5 years until I wander the country, so it's not an immediate rush. Thankfully.
Tired. Sleep now.
But yeah. Hate getting lost. At least last weekend, I could just leave ridiculously early and leave time for getting lost. Not so easy when leaving from work, which is both further away and not as easy to leave excessive amounts of time open for (I gave myself 2 hours on Sat morning; it turns out it's only 30 minutes away from home, but I took 1.5 hours to get there on Saturday). But I definitely need to leave at 5, not 5:30, on Tuesday. And hopefully not get lost; I'm not sure how well I'll succeed, as I'm not completely sure what I need to do in order to avoid it.
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Date: 2005-11-11 03:27 pm (UTC)My impression of Boston is that nothing is marked. I have trouble finding street signs, and there is no light at night to mark subway stops.
I like living in a city that's easy to get around in!
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Date: 2005-11-11 04:24 pm (UTC)And... if I've driven there successfully, I write down what information I need, and am ok to follow those until I get it well enough to not need them. The problem is if I got all turned around, I don't _know_ the direct way to do it. This is what happened last night.
Very little is marked, indeed. It's annoying.