Even though as a child I was raised in Chicago, I've spent more time in Cleveland than any other city in the world. Everything in Chicago is bigger, larger and busier. I often find myself flustered by traffic, "Hey! You! Why aren't you waving HELLO, JUST PASS ME BY in the middle of the street like they do in Chagrin Falls, Ohio?" And suddenly I am twenty miles away from my final destination because of three wrong turns. Again. It happens daily.

Luckily for us (the kids being out of school and my new job not starting until October) we aren't in a hurry and take tons of unexpected turns.

How I managed to not see the Target store sign, I do not know; but, one wrong left turn turned into a free splash pad that popped up magically during my illegal u-turn. Must remember to pack towels on the next Target run. If I remember how to get back.

We drove by our new house (it's ours on Monday) ((we got lost three times on the way there)) and oh em gee, you guys, this is the beach that is within walking distance of our new home. Of course, unbeknownst to us, they were having a festival and not only were the kiddos featured in the town's newspaper they also won the award for the "best sandcastle", winning us beach passes for next summer!

At the heart of our traveling mishaps has been our super supportive family that goes far and beyond anything, to help us along the way. We'd currently be lost without them.