I did my best to scout the neighborhood when I was sixteen, finding a quick route versus a scenic one. I dream often of the downhill slope from my childhood house. I moved thirty miles north a few years later, and had to approach the same city from a different perspective. I fought to keep my old routes, though it would take me twice as long to get anywhere in my old neighborhood. Months passed, and I finally began venturing. I asked the map for directions. I took the highway through the middle of the city, and not the one that cradles.