I got lost and it was scary and also I hate titling things

Today I went to language camp and then walked around a cool part of Dusseldorf with language camp friends and then at 5:30 I got on the U-bahn to go home and after switching to the train and then the bus I should have been home around 6:15, but instead,

After being on the train for the normal amount of time I ride the train for, I looked up and realized that I had absolutely no idea where I was. So, I did the normal thing and got off the train and got on one I thought was going in the opposite direction, only it turned out that I was at the last station for that line and that to go back what I should have done was just stayed on the train. So I ended up going even farther in the wrong direction, which I realized right away and got off the train, only I was in the middle of nowhere, and it took forever for another train to come in the right direction.

Eventually I was back in the original wrong place, but it was a big station and instead of one platform it had three or four and I ended up going to every platform like twice and feeling really awkward about it before I finally found a sign and figured out which platform the train I needed was on, and at that point my phone died and I was really upset because I had one of those portable chargers that you like, precharge, but I had left it in the apartment, so thank goodness I had already texted Alex that I had got on the wrong train and would be late. Anyway, I waited for a long time for that train, and then eventually I got back to my original starting point, where I figured out that YEAH there actually is a difference in the way the trains are labeled but wow I hadn't noticed that before.

So then I got on the right train, and the train-police happened to pick the day that I got lost and was in a horrible state of freaking out to make sure everyone had paid for their tickets, and even though I knew my ticket was okay I had to worry about it and I was just freaking out about everything and I ended up getting off the train at the stop before I was supposed to and having to wait another twenty minutes or so for the next train, during which I realized that I did afterall have my portable charger the whole time, but it ended up not really mattering because my phone was dead, and when your phone dies with a simcard in it, you can't use it again unless you put in the simcard password, which of course I didn't have written down with me, so I was really hoping that my parents hadn't called or texted worried about me.

Then I got on the right train again and got off in the right place finally and took the right bus home and it was 8:30, which in case you are bad at math is three hours, which is like, almost an hour and a half longer than it should've taken.

(Also Alex went to bed soon after I got home but he saved me dinner of open faced sandwiches with vinegar, tomatoes and oregano with salami on the side and it was the best thing I have ever eaten).