… That driving changed my life?
I didn’t learn how to drive when I was 16 like most people do. But I went to school and worked because I could. I relied on my mom to help me getting where I need to go but never really sat behind the wheel, mostly because my mom was scared to let any of us drive.
It wasn’t a big deal: I knew how to get where ever I needed to go. Even when I went to college, I made sure I had a way to get there. I learned the bus route from my house to the college and it was easy. But once I started working outside of Columbus, it became hard. I had to rely on my husband (then boyfriend) to drive me to and from work until we got married.
Once we were married, I finished learning how to drive and owned my first car. It was seriously a life changer.
Being able to drive myself somewhere was freeing. I mean, who wants to rely on other people to take them to go grocery shopping. On my day off, sometimes I would just go somewhere to get out of the house just because I could. It was fun.
That wasn’t it, though. I took control of the driving when I could because I liked it. And my husband was ok handing over the majority of the driving. He knew the feeling of freedom and he knew it was my turn, so he gave it to me.
Do you remember that? The freedom you felt the first time you went on a drive by yourself? Remember that feeling the next time you go on a test drive for your next car.
