Still disoriented

So my favorite story of being the Pacific fish in the Atlantic ocean is the one about the time I got lost in Delaware. I'm looking for Borders so I can go study and I accidentally take the wrong exit. No problem. I'll just take side streets to back to where I need to be. I don't need a map, I can figure this out. So I come to a stop sign at a T-intersection. Two choices: 40 East or 40 West. I thinking to myself, "Okay, I need to head away from the ocean which means I go... east!" So I take 40 east and I'm driving down it for a while. Still no Borders. I keep driving and driving thinking it has to be here somewhere. All of a sudden I see these big buildings everywhere and whaddya know, I'm in the city. This basically means I'm many miles from Borders. Then it dawns on me. I smack myself in the forehead I'm such an numbnut. THE OCEAN IS EAST!!

All this time that I've been living on the West Coast I've always oriented myself according to the ocean. Unfortunately, in Delaware, along with all the other states on the Eastern seaboard, the ocean is on the east.

Despite the fact that this silly little event occured more than a month ago, I often catch myself setting my bearings in the wrong direction due to the fact that I still forget the ocean is on the east. I guess what I really wanted to say was that I never truly realized how something so simple as finding my way around town could become difficult because of an idea, like where the ocean is situated, that was thoroughly and deeply ingrained in my head and which would later turn out to be quite significant when changing coasts.