Today I drove to and from work for the first time without my gps.
I smiled softly in pride at the realization– a small milestone in this new journey of living on my own.

My smile quickly faded; because this inevitably means I have once again entered mundaneity– she is a wretched creature.

I realize that she has sunk her teeth into me, deeply and quietly.

My gps can no longer guide me forward by its calling of my attention for the next right turn. I am no longer anticipating the next street name.

The memory of how to get to and from work is now stored in a part of my brain that executes function without much effort.

Perhaps I need the effort. I crave the direction.