Lost Lessons

local roadI apologize for not blogging yesterday. I ran out of time. I can sometimes blog on my lunch hour. However, yesterday, my boss and I took a long walk.  He wasn’t up for running, so we improvised. It was a bright day and pushing 60 degrees. We walked the route we normally run, only this time we found new neighborhoods.

Houses built in the 2000s, one right after the other, with small yards and manicured shrubs, surrounded us.

“Where’s Seattle Street?” he asked, frowning down at his smartphone. He poked it with his index finger.

Nowhere, it seems. Having no technology, I waited for the verdict.

We did an about-face and walked back down the hill in the eerily cookie-cutter neighborhood we’d stumbled upon. Sidewalks, even! Generally not a standard in my neighborhood.

We hiked up another hill, then ran out of road again.

“This doesn’t look familiar,” I volunteered.  I am, as you might recall, directionally challenged.

“No, it doesn’t,” he said. We stopped, puzzled at our turnaround. We got caught up in good conversation and let our feet lead us to places unknown. Suddenly, we both started laughing.  How could we get lost in Shelton?!

“We’d better head back to what we know,” he said after more phone poking.

So we did. We took a right at the blooming dogwood. A large mutt barked at us. The sun smiled down on us while the fresh breeze cooled us. Soon we were back on our regular route.

Sometimes, that’s all we can do, going back to the familiar. Exploring has its merits. I like adventures and doing new things. Meeting new people opens up worlds of experiences I may never have. We stretch our limits and go off-leash to see what’s out there. Getting lost is a way to gather information and another chance to discover a road home.