I was recently in San Antonio. I think it was last month. Time still hasn’t quite righted itself, has it? But the when isn’t really a part of the story. It’s the where, and the what. Where: a gift shop in a San Antonio shopping center that fate or karma or God on High directed me to. I’d driven my rental car out of the airport hoping to find something good for lunch, a few hours to kill before I had to return to the airport and pick up my director/friend for the drive to Hill Country. I didn’t know where I was going, I didn’t open Maps or Yelp. I just followed the signs on the highway and chose an exit, and when I pulled off the road to consult the Internet, I found I was already where I’d been trying to get.
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I was recently in San Antonio. I think it was last month. Time still hasn’t quite righted itself, has it? But the when isn’t really a part of the story. It’s the where, and the what. Where: a gift shop in a San Antonio shopping center that fate or karma or God on High directed me to. I’d driven my rental car out of the airport hoping to find something good for lunch, a few hours to kill before I had to return to the airport and pick up my director/friend for the drive to Hill Country. I didn’t know where I was going, I didn’t open Maps or Yelp. I just followed the signs on the highway and chose an exit, and when I pulled off the road to consult the Internet, I found I was already where I’d been trying to get.