The Freedom in Being Lost

after work today, i decided to wander a little. the best way for me to figure out how to get around in a new city is to drive it, so that’s what i did. i got myself lost and found, lost again and found again, lost once more – and this time pretty well. but there was no panic, no oh-my-god-i’m-lost-and-how-will-i-ever-find-my-home feeling. just a feeling of freedom. i had nowhere to go and no time to be there, so i just wandered. i think i journeyed into Alexandria proper, and on into some suburbs thereof. i did attempt to call rob and see if his iphone could make sure i wasn’t heading to albequerque, but it seems that although the iphone is capable of doing almost everything except wash the dishes, it doesn’t like to let you talk and surf the web at the same time. ah, well – no worries. i eventually found my way to 395, which led me to 95, which had an exit to Lorton, which led me to a road i knew. i took the long, scenic way home, and it felt lovely.