It really is. My mental map consists of ‘Me’ and everywhere else as ‘Other Places’. I think it’s the culture of driving everywhere when I was younger, but say to me “Kilburn High Road” and I’ll start thinking about what it looks like, when I last went and how much money I’ve got to spend there – with not a clue where it is or how I would get there.
But times are a’changing! Armed with my trusty MP3 player (special thanks to Katie for finding my headphones!) I am now walking to all these places, repeatedly, to try and join up in my head where everything is. Which sounds very weird, but I have a capacity to put on my duffel coat, turn on the music and just walk, hopefully not getting mugged. Again, (apologies for the psychoanalysis here) I remember hating going on those agonising treks through Hampstead Heath when I was younger, but it obviously had an effect. I now find it relaxing, and a good alternative to doing work
I’m still lost on a wider scale though. I go red when someone makes a joke about Americans not being able to find Iraq on a map, because to be honest, I’m not sure that I could. (OK, I’ve learnt Iraq by now!) And capital cities? Are you joking?!? I can’t even get the big English cities correct, let alone anyone else. My dad claims that when he was at school, they had to draw out loads of maps, which probably helped. I wonder if this is a general trend?
Oh, and today’s dual shout out goes to: Ira and Rob. Because they both asked me at roughly the same time.