Trying to get out of the parking lot at my placement feels a lot like playing chicken. Or that old video game, Frogger. The nursing home is close to a busy intersection on a busy street, near the hospital. I swear I take my life into my hands whenever I try to leave. The fact I’m trying to make a left turn really doesn’t help. Today I sat and waited through two light changes before I was able to floor it and squeeze through. Ugh – scary.