"Does she have an English accent?" a friend gamely commented.
She does. And all that day as I drove around listening to her clipped instructions - thinking of her as both a cow and a godsend -- I kept fixating on the "frenemy" metaphor. She's very demanding: "In 200 yards turn left, TURN LEFT!" She never admits when she's wrong, like when leading me into a footpath through a park. And she's never happy for me when I get it right. Just once I'd like to hear her say, "Well done, you clever girl," instead of, "You have arrived at your destination."
But without her I'd be lost.
My move to London had left me adrift. I realized the morning I wrote that Facebook post that not only was I beholden to aRead More »from GPS is My Frenemy: How I Learned to Navigate a Family Life Overseas