While at the hospital, I was sent on a mission to find where we had parked the car the night before to retrieve a bag of clothes we had packed in case D got admitted (always come prepared with an extra bag of sweat pants!) This task, daunting as it was for someone with such little sense of direction that it's less cute and more borderline-concerning, actually became quite the adventure. As I walked up flight after flight of stairs, I could see different levels of the city all around the open garage. It was so beautiful! I truly do hate driving in to the city. But, once I get there, I always find it so, I don't know, adventurous? I know, I should get out more. But, if you think about it, if I was't such a shut in, moment likes this wouldn't be so exciting.