I was walking home from my tutoring session today, and I started thinking about the directions I tell myself to get home. When I turn off the main road, sometimes I forget which road leads to my house, so I tell myself to turn left at the house with all the chickens. How great is that? I love that this is a legit instruction for directions.
And I thought about how since I’ve been in Moldova, that piece of direction can be too vague many times because of all the houses around here that have chickens. And that, too, makes me smile. Even with all the stress that comes with this job, I really love being able to say that I live somewhere where the directions consist of “take a left at the chickens."
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