after spending an hour and a half on google maps trying to figure out my way around san francisco, i’ve realized how dependent i’ve become on it. it seems impossible that only a few years ago people were still dependent on maps, actual tri-fold paper maps, to find their way around, including my dad. one of my favorite memories of my childhood is a road trip my family took. i don’t quite remember where our final destination was, but i do remember driving around aimlessly looking for highway 1. the setting sun tinged everything with gold, and although it was ridiculously hot, my excitement made up for it. we did succeed in finding highway 2 (which for some reason was a huge deal because my brother’s birthday is 2-22-92 so he and i had a mild obsession with that number) but highway 1 eluded us. nonetheless, it was a huge accomplishment that we succeeded in finding even that with only a creased, worn map, more so since today all it would take is a gps. it sort of makes me want to go on a road trip, sans gps, but based on my horrible sense of direction i would probably never find my way back home. google maps it is.