metaphorically speaking

I still kind of have no idea where I’m going in Austin.  "Kind of" because I can get downtown, know where a few off the beaten path restaurants are, but I rely heavily on my GPS to get from A to C by way of B.  When I take the beans to a play date at someone’s home, the trusty GPS has me charging down side streets.  And as I drive, I don’t much notice the road as it stretches out in front of me.  I see houses and hydrangeas, brick walls and gates, fences and florals.  Driveways and tire swings.  Where am I?  How have I never seen this part of town?  I have to drive this way with Phil next time.  I wonder if he knows this area.  Exposition and Windsor.  The trees are lush, the landscaping rich with flowers.  We spend so much time on MOPAC,that we miss the lives lived on the side.  We know all the ins and outs near 35th street because of all that time spent at the hospital.  But we never drove by way of Exposition.  I wonder what else we’re missing, always taking the direct route.  You know, metaphorically speaking.

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