So, two weeks ago, I had a particularly bad day at school. Nothing, I mean *NOTHING* was going right. HB called around 6:30pm to ask when I was coming home for dinner, and I finally decide that it was time to call it quits and head home. So, I rushed around and made it outside just before the bus arrived. I congratulated myself on just catching the bus - it was the best thing that happened to me. The bus dropped me off down at the parking lot, and that's when I realized.
I didn't park in this parking lot. I parked in the lot across campus, not on this bus route.
So, I walked and walked and walked. Made it to the car and I was pretty pissed off. I got in my car and drove home to my apartment. Except...I don't live in an apartment anymore. HB and I bought a house four months ago. I drove to my old apartment that I don't live at anymore.
Seriously, how difficult is it to get home?!