Finding my way

I had a special moment in the car this afternoon coming home from my internship site. I had driven to the elementary school on the interstate, which was already becoming congested in the southbound lanes when I was driving north. Rain has a pretty noticeable impact on traffic here in Nashville; I shudder to think what happens if it snows or sleets. So when I headed home, I wanted to avoid the major thoroughfares. I knew where I was and the general direction of where I was trying to go. So I followed my instinct and the map in my head and made my way to Oliver's daycare probably faster than if I'd taken the interstate with even little traffic. I knew where the city should be at each point to be heading in the right direction, how the numbered roads worked and what the cross-streets are. I had this moment when I realized quite suddenly how close I was to my destination when I thought, "Hey, I know my way around."