Driving drivel

I am a sucky driver.

I suppose it’s a good thing then that I’m now in a city with only two major roads that goes straight. That’s about the only two ways I know how to get to places. And I pray hard each time for a good parking space – and I mean a really spacious spot with no cars beside me and that’s not parallel. I hear there’s a facebook hate page for drivers like me. Perhaps I’m already on it: Idiot who doesn’t know how to park, takes up two parking slots. 

Then again, I never thought I’d be driving. The first time I drove by myself on a major road was only last year, right before I turned 28. You could say I’m a late bloomer, and pretty sheltered. Now, having been relocated, I’m forced to drive, having no driver and places calling out to me if I don’t want to die of boredom.

I bet I’ll be the death of the car. I hardly know when to change gears, I gas up when it’s still on neutral; the car doesn’t sound happy when I drive.

And yet, it feels awesome that I’m now driving. Like I’m so mature and confident. Like this is the natural flow of things and this is the exact time for me to be driving.



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