I am proud to announce that last week, at the tender age of 23, I drove a car for the first time by myself. And let me tell you my friends, driving yourself places is awesome.
Now, all you oldsters, and probably some youngsters, may be wondering why I waited till the seemingly senior age of 23 to try controlling one of these metal beasts. I’ll get to that. The first thing people ask is, “did you just get your license?” No. I’ve had my license since I was 16 and it has been fully functional the whole time. I simply had to wait an entire seven years to get behind the wheel.
Don’t get me wrong, I have driven before; That is IF you consider driving with my mother in the passenger seat pushing her foot on an imaginary brake pedal and clutching the door’s arm rest for dear life AND only if you consider participating in this spectacle once every six months actually driving. I think the reason why I haven’t driven by myself is pretty obvious here.

I couldn't find a picture of someone freaking out in a car so I figured I would counter all the pics of hot girls on this site. This pic is for the ladies.
Now, let me describe the excitement of my first time behind the wheel. My first drive was to the eye doctor. The eye doctor is not far at all from my house. My mother, for the first time, said I could borrow the minivan. The strange idea that I should choose this outing, in which I am going to get a new prescription to help me see better, is not lost on me but I asked anyways. I got together everything I needed, took the keys, and headed out.
Getting behind the wheel, the first thing I do is look for the tape converter so I can play my iPod. Driving without music (or worse, with horrible music) isn’t really driving at all. I was not about to pass up the opportunity to play whatever weird and possibly vulgar music I was in the mood for, while driving myself someplace. I thought it would be extremely cool to be a small Jewish girl in a minivan listening to some hardcore Rap. Second, I do all the normal car adjustment things they teach you. Third, I start the engine and drive.
Now, I’ll skip all the boring actual driving and get straight to why I thought this was ever worthy of a blog entry for public eyes. First of all, I could not shake the feeling that after I parked, something terrible would happen to the car. While getting my eyes examined, I was super paranoid that I’d return to the car and it’d be gone or a window would be smashed or I’d somehow get a ticket. Or worse, I left the door unlocked and someone would just take the car.
Secondly, and perhaps most importantly, a new feeling of independence took over me. Somehow, even though I still live in my parents’ house, have only just started my first full-time salaried job, and was driving a car that didn’t belong to me, I felt more independent than I have ever felt in my life. I felt suddenly capable to take the metaphorical wheel of my life and drive myself to success. I felt like an adult instead of a child, which only counts for half a person, if that.
To say the least, driving by myself was a great experience and one that everyone should someday try.


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