People ask me for directions all the time. They trust that I am going to tell them where they are going. When I lived in the hills, they always used to ask me directions to the Hollywood Sign. People from all over the world, many with limited English, would slow down when they saw me walking.
Every summer, I would see many people packed into a car, which is so NOT LA where everyone drives alone for the most part.
They’d roll down the window and their hopeful smiles immediately signaled that they were looking for the Hollywood Sign.
I would tell them or show them as best I could. Many times I got in their car and off we went. I could never imagine doing such a thing these days. We’d take off to the sign or near enough to pose in front of it.
You know what happened next. Stranger Diane lining up a huge family so they didn’t cover up the sign. Proof that they were indeed in Hollywood. On a huge adventure.
My neighbors refused to help anyone in this predicament. The road was supposed to be off limits to vacationers. The pesky people cluttering their tree lined streets. Oh bother!
They even put signs on the corner saying, “This is not the route to the Hollywood Sign.” Kind of a fib. That road didn’t go directly to the sign, but once up the hill it clearly loomed just begging for a photograph.
These folks had traveled halfway across the world for this one photo. Who was I to deny them that? If I was in Paris and couldn’t find the Arc de Triomphe wouldn’t I hope someone would lead me to it?
In the past few years since being left, I feel less lost myself. I’ve settled into my apartment/home and my daily routine. For many years I was directionless and it took a lot of trying and giving up. There was also that deciding thing. I had to decide I would find my way home. Now my life has found its place. Much like that sightseer’s sign. I traveled all the way around the block to get next door. But it was worth it.
We all go through major life transitions when relationships end… Through this website, I will share my thoughts as I walk the path of “New-Self” discovery. It doesn’t matter which side of 50 you are on. The real question is, Are you ready to live life? To forge a Path of Your Own Making (For a change!)? Then stop dwelling over the What-Might-Have-Beens and join me. Share your thoughts here, comment on mine, and let’s do this together!