“Two rights, a left at the garden and a half mile past the bronze statue.” According to my uncle, these are the directions from his house to the library. TWO RIGHTS…LEFT AT THE GARDEN…PAST STATUE. He sounded so confident and so, I was too until the left turn at the garden put me on a dead end road into a cemetery. At that moment I felt like a lamb to the slaughter and immediately realized I was lost. When I called my uncle to tell him the situation, he just couldn’t understand whereI went wrong because his directions were perfect. He put on this whole performance, talking about how I never listen and I must’ve made a wrong turn, etc. Again he repeated, “Two rights, left at the garden and half mile past the bronze statue.” Getting nowhere with him, I decided to head back to his house and that’s when I finally saw it. On the corner before the community garden was a small floral shop called “The Garden.” Believing it wasn’t just coincidental, I turned down that street, came upon the bronze statue and finally found the library. Yeah, I guess I really don’t listen!
When we arrived at the vacation house we were shocked to see white leather sofas and curtains made of lace. The home was in pristine condition! We knew that wasn’t sustainable, with our family having children of varying ages running around. Unfortunately, the tiny backyard had no room for a bounce house. There was a beach nearby but as our luck would have it, there were sharks in the water. I thought being there would spark creativity for my blog but I was overcome by dysania every morning.