There is an intersection here at Hwy 528 and the Florida turnpike that’s a little nutty. It feels like some maniacal engineers drew the plans to ensure the highest number of people would accidentally be forced out in a place not their intended destination. There should be a sign at the entrance, “Abandon all hope ye who enter here.”
Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating because the first two times I tried to navigate it, I came out in completely the wrong direction and had to drive 20 minutes to get turned back the right way. It’s enough to make even someone who has successfully driven the streets of China apprehensive.
I have to drive this way most weekends to get to our daughter’s “home” soccer games which are in The Villages. For you native central Floridians, that’s Lake Nona to The Villages. “Home.” For those in my hometown, imagine your home field is in Bloomington. Uff da. Anyone else, we’re talking over an hour.
Today, I determined that this intersection would not cause me a moment of anxiety. In fact, I would do it without consulting my map! And lo and behold, I did it! Victory! It’s the little things, remember? I feel now that I could conquer anything those Floridian engineers throw my way.
Bring it on, Florida highways. Bring. It. On.
What are you calling victory today?
