Lost in space

What is the problem with my sense of direction? Last night while driving to UBC I was distracted and totally missed a turn and ended up slightly lost. No big deal, we eventually figured out the right way, but I started wondering today why it is I get lost. I remember living in Langley 3 years ago in an apartment building, and because we lived in a completely scuzzy area and I had no time to workout during the day, in the evening I would go jogging in the apartment building- up and down stairs and hallways. Man, I got lost so many times. This feeling of disorientation would settle in and suddenly I'd go down an unfamiliar hall and I'd have no idea where I was. And then there was the time I got off on the wrong floor and tried to unlock someone else's door. Imagine my shock when they suddenly swung it open and demanded to know who I was. I couldn't believe they would ask me that and I wondered what they'd done to my apartment!
Venice was actually not so bad because before I got there I heard that everyone gets lost there, so I established the fact that i would be lost. And I was. I would wander for hours down little streets and alleys and when I was tired and wanted to go home I'd stop someone and ask directions. After about 4 or 5 sets of directions I'd make it back home.
Well, you name the place and I've probably been lost there. And that helps me get lost even more, because when I'm out driving I try to stick to a familiar route. The problem is, every street looks familiar because chances are I've gone down it by mistake once or twice.
I tried to come up with a profound statement that could apply to both my navigational deficiencies and also life- and here it is:
I may not know where I am, but I always know where I'm going.
If you say it out loud to yourself a few times it will probably make sense.