The other night on the way home, I passed my exit. My ten year old had to correct me and ask where we were going. I started to drive to the wrong house. I was tired. I just wanted to get home and into bed. Unfortunately I was headed to the wrong bed. I moved 4 months ago. For the last 120 days I have been driving to my new address, you think I’d have it down by now…and then I slipped I headed back to the old one. Once, a few years ago…out of the blue I signed my maiden name on a check. I have had this name for almost 15 years, but for a second I forgot my new name. Even in my exhaustion this seemed important. As I made a U-turn, part of me thought I do this in other places too. I forget who I am. That I have changed. That I have moved. On. Or forwards. Or at least somewhere else. I go back when there is nothing left for me there anymore. My surgery didn’t really work as well as it should have. People ask me what the next steps are. And I say I learn to d