nearly two hours had passed as i drove in circles, nervous about stopping in the wrong place to ask for directions. desperation swept over me. no one was answering their phones back home and my rental car was running low on gas. all i could think about was the safety of my hotel room. i just wanted sleep. i just wanted to be home.
most of us have been there at some point or another. whether getting lost in a new city, out in the woods, or at the county fair, we try to find something familiar to get us back home. all we want is to be in a safe 