I was fortunate in that I did not move around a lot as a child.
After being born in Detroit, I moved to New Hampshire when I was one year old (I typically fabricate the amount of time I spent on the mean streets of the midwest because when people of the serene, still and slow moving suburbs hear that I am from Detroit they have a tendency to BACK OFF!) So I can't empathize with people who walk into a new school and think "I have no idea who these people are, where I am or where I'm supposed to be."
However, this is essentially the feeling I have any time I walk out of a store and look out on the vastness of vehicles in any parking lot bigger than a two car garage. My life will never be turned into a movie because there's not nearly enough conflict or romance to keep anyone's interest and sadly, the title "Dude, Where's My Car?" has already been taken. With the amount of time I've spent standing at a crosswalk with a bag full of freezer meals and ice cream, I can honestly say that the most aptly named invention I've ever encountered is the panic button.
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