A Roundabout Way of Thinking
Since moving to the Carmel/Westfield area I've falllen in love . . . . with roundabouts! Being the mom that I am who is always running late, I love every extra minute I save on my way to take my kids to practice or home from the grocery store. Even if I only save 30 seconds, I am still excited. I love that I can travel down Springmill Road from 161st Street to 96th Street without stopping. I love every opportunity not to stop and look around at all of the others at the four-way intersection and see who is going to go first. I love that at a roundabout I don't have to worry about the courtesy wave, or annoyed flip of the wrist that has to occur for some of us to go again after we've had to stop. But as in every love relationship, not everything is perfect. Here is the only problem with my current love. When giving other east side, south or west side mamas directions to my house, I cannot figure out how to tell them to 'turn left' at a roundabout. If ...