It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon and we still hadn't found the perfect apartment within walking distance of the heart of South Yarra so I decided to screw up the courage to drive around the area to see what the neighborhoods closer to Ian's office looked like.
At first everything went swimmingly and I was so proud of myself. I was driving! Down the wrong side of the road! And no one was even honking at me!
What is that saying about pride? Well, just as we got near Ian's office, I made a wrong turn and wound up on the HIGHWAY! Scared and lost I got off at the next exit and, suddenly, I had no idea where I was. I didn't know the road names. I had no idea what direction I was driving in. I had even less idea what direction home was. AND, of course, it started to pour. The sky was blue in every direction but there was ONE cloud directly over my head -- I kid you not. (Good thing I know exactly where the wipers are because I keep turning them on instead of the turn signal)
I drove for a while before I found a street where I could pull off and park. No problem, I thought. Ian rented a GPS for me so I'll just turn it on. Well, apparently the pin had expired so then I spent 20 minutes on the phone getting a new pin.
Finally, pin in hand, I dialed our address into the GPS, made a right turn across traffic on a major road, and got us home. We are now curled up on the couch watching TV. We deserve it. If we could order delivery of a giant ice-cream sundae we would. Or a bottle of nice Australian wine.