Today, around Sleepy Hollow, New York, a sheep was wandering around the railroad tracks. That Harlem Line of Metro North takes commuters into Manhattan. The good news is that the railroad crew coaxed the lost sheep to safety. Here is the coverage by Rebecca Harshbarger in the New York Post.
And, some of us Baby Boomers also had the good fortune of finding our way out of locations we shouldn't have been. What's puzzling is that it took so long. At age 11, I knew I wanted nothing to do with the New York Metro area. It was all too much - too fast, too raw, too status conscious.
Yet, it wasn't until I was 68 years old that I finally uprooted myself. I talk with other Baby Boomers who are also now also in the Southwest. They all say the same sort of thing: They felt lost in the New York Metro area but assumed they had to "make it work." After all, the area is hyped as magical.
How can those who feel lost in a location get out? Research other areas. Communicate with those who live there. Visit. For three years I did just that. My only regret was not doing that at age 15 when I was in high school. Likely I would have applied to the University of Arizona. And that would have been that.