Not So Grown Up

My parents have bailed me out of so many situations that I’ve lost count. Seeing as they are parents, most would argue that this is their job.

But at 23-years-old, I feel like I should probably be adult enough to figure some things out on my own. Right? Wrong.

Adulting: How hard is it really?

Well, let me tell you.

I’m not easily panicked but when it comes to directions or being lost, I’m about a 17 on a 10-point stress scale.

I’m severely directionally challenged, and one of my most reliable and consistent relationships is with my GPS.

A little while back, I got lost downtown Toronto. Unlike the many other times I’ve been lost in this great city, I had driven my car down for the first time and had to navigate my way back without public transit.

I ran out of data for the month, which means I couldn’t use my trusty and beloved Google Maps app.

Since reading street signs is apparently below me, I thought I’d just drive in the direction in which I came.

At one point I ended up in the streetcar lane and had one of them barrelling towards me. Strange… I thought…. A bus driving in the wrong lane.

*Swerves to avoid head on collision*

I was driving for what seemed like forever. Things were looking a lot less city and a lot less familiar. I was lost. Really, really lost.

I pulled over into a random parking lot plaza and started having a pretty decent meltdown.

My dramatic self: This is it. This is the end. I am never getting home.

Pathetic. I know.

So naturally, I called my parents.

It was a group effort on their part, really. One calmed me down while the other tracked my location. I game them the name of a nearby intersection which neither of them understood how I ended up at.

My dad became the compassionate version of Siri, while my mom yelled at me to stop going over my phone plan. They make a great pair, truthfully.

My dad told me every turn and every highway merge to make. He even stuck with me when I got lost two more times during his instructions. Patience of angel, that man.

When I got home, I went right in for the dad hug.

He was choking back laughter and I was choking back tears. Classic.

 

Adulthood: 47   Celeste:0

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