It's not like I don't know the area. It's certainly not like I haven't been there a bunch of times (he's in the same vicinity as the hospital in which I gave birth to Vincent!). Even John commented that it was somewhat difficult for him to recall how to get there as well. How strange is that?
My only rationale is some sort of angry little spirit is causing me to forget. It's like my mind is wiped clean after a certain exit and I'm simply baffled as to what turn to take next. The last time it happened (this past Wednesday), I actually thought I was losing my mind. Had it not been for John confirming the strangeness of it, I would've thrown my hands up and cried out in frustration.
However, glad that I wasn't completely out of my mind (though still uncertain of being on the cusp of insanity), I asked God to help me get to where I needed to go and to brand the directions into my brain so as not to have this confusion next time I drive up to this place.
Writing out down and rereading it makes me think I'm going a little off the deep end, but in all honesty, this guy has been helping me really find peace and happiness, and I can't help but think the evil one knows that. He's not happy about it, and he wants to do what he can to destroy it.
Ugh - crazy, right? St. Michael, protect me.