“I’m just not sure how well this plan was thought through.”

Pre-driving places is a thing for me, because I am bad at following directions. And I really don’t want to screw up getting to work Monday morning, which means maybe I shouldn’t be exposed to a massive interstate at 7:30 am. (Or possibly ever.)

Which is all a lead-in to this fact: tomorrow I will be practice driving the back way to my new job. And my dad is coming, because he’s great at driving. (He will be at the wheel; I will be noting down landmarks.) Aaaaaand my mom is coming, because she is endlessly curious and wants to know where I’ll be working. (It’s nice, not creepy, promise.)

It all made sense until I put those pieces together in my head and got: me and mom and dad all in the car together for nearly 2 hours.

This is going to be either:

A) pretty easy and kind of fun (hey, there’s a non-zero possibility that this will be the case!)

B) the absolute worst decision I’ve made all week (there’s also a non-zero chance it will devolve into tears and shouting, followed by uncomfortable silences)

World of tomorrow, here we come.

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