Someone should start a blog about getting lost experiences . . .
Now, I might just be the perfect candidate for starting this blog. However, I can’t tell if it’s all my fault, or if it’s South Carolina’s fault.
There’s this one road, Pleasantburg Drive, that, every time I try to find, I end up getting very lost. My most recent excursion (in other words, the last time I got hopelessly lost trying to find this road) was yesterday on the way to an interview.
This road is one of many that leads to Pleasantburg Drive. Photo by my friend Lucas.
One thing I should tell you, dear reader, about roads in South Carolina (based on my limited but true-to-life experience) is that they are not always clearly marked by road signs. And even when they are, the name on the sign may be different than the name you know the road by. Roads change names in South Carolina, I tell you, and I know one road in particular that goes by three different names, plus it has a number. So if someone says, “Take Locust Hill Road,” it is the same as if the person told you to take 290 or about three other things. I tried to remember these names, but I cannot.
When I asked a friend who has lived here much longer, “Doesn’t Locust Hill change names?” he offered, “Oh, they all do.” So there you have it.
Anyways, it is still always quite an experience, and there may be a little sense to the madness. Yesterday, I decided just to keep driving. I ended up on a road I knew the name of, and although I didn’t know where it led to, I took it and drove on. Eventually, I came to the road I was trying to find – by some miracle.
In the end, all roads lead somewhere. It was once said that all roads lead to Rome. I say that most roads (at least in Greenville) lead to Pleasantburg Drive. And few roads lead you where you’re trying to go.
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