One thing you should know about me—my internal compass is severely broken; I’m more directionally challenged than a caveman in the middle of Manhattan.

In other words, I can tell the difference between up and down, but that’s about it. It’s a miracle they invented the GPS; otherwise directionally deficient people like me would still be going on road trips we never intended to and rolling down the window to check the location of the sun to figure out the direction we are heading.

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