Oh so check this out...

...I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but I don't have the best sense of direction (read: I have almost no sense of direction). So to try and remedy this, I bought a compass, which is quite useful. I also rely very heavily on the Euclidean layout of the city and I'd like to take this opportunity to give a big fat 'fuck you' to you diagonal streets, you know who you are. Even so, I still find myself walking three blocks one way, absolutely certain that I'm going the right way only to realize that I'm going the wrong way, then turning back and walking back to my starting point and starting back the "correct way" only it's not and then I turn back and go the way I was going in the first place, which was not the wrong way at all, only I'm so doubtful of my internal compass that I'd somehow managed to convince myself that I was going the wrong way. At this point there may or may not be tears. So I usually try to map out where I'm going before hand to prevent all this from happening.

Yesterday, though, I was feeling adventurous and decided that I'd go to Arcadia Knitting without looking it up beforehand! dun-dun-DUNNNNN! I've only been once before, and I vaguely recalled that it was either off the Berwyn or Bryn Mawr stop on the Red line and that there was walking a couple of blocks north, and that was it. (I had the address, too, I should mention). So I took a chance on Berwyn, ended up on Broadway, then walked two blocks north to...

...certain death? NO! West Balmoral!!! Which is exactly the street I needed to be on, because that's the street Arcadia is on! Score! So I turn down W. Balmoral, get to Arcadia, do my little ass-shakin' touchdown dance, and then go to go into the store, which is...

...CLOSED ON MONDAYS.

It fucking figures.

The point is, if you see a girl walking half a block, turning back and walking a block and a half the other way, then turning back the way she was going in the first place and crying, stop me and say hello.