Personal Narrative: The Long Road

Forever and ever the road seemed to stretch, as though it was designed with no end in mind — as though it was designed to go on forever. This would not have been all that bad had it not been for the fact that I was treading in territory somewhere deep in the heart of Mission, Texas, a city entirely unfamiliar to me. I was surrounded by an unknown frontier, and I knew not which way led home. To make matters a little worse, I had my younger brother, Diego, age 14, in the passenger seat beside me. Driving with me is not unfamiliar to him, since he 's been a frequent passenger of mine since I received my license. He is not the kind to worry, fret, whine, or complain, which I am thankful for. However, a small fault though it may be, I often find …show more content…
It was one of those “shoulda-coulda-woulda” moments for me since this whole situation was totally preventable on my part, yet I didn 't do anything to keep it from happening. Expletives flew through my mind as I scolded myself for getting into this predicament. However, as hopeless as it may have all seemed, I was a man with a plan. It was time to bring out my old friend, "systematic search." The idea of using a “systematic search” to find my destination is not an untested theory to me; although slightly time consuming, it got me to where I wanted to be the last time I used it. Thus, with renewed hope, I began to keep track of where I had traveled and where I had yet to travel. If at any point nothing in my vicinity looked remotely familiar, I told myself that I could just turn around and head in the opposite direction. Eventually, I was hoping to find a street with a familiar name that I could take all the way to McAllen, which I did. Thank goodness for street signs and turning