No more excuses, no more postponing or avoiding it: I will finally be taking my driving license test a month from today.
I have learned to drive in the past months since we moved to Cali, and I dare say I am not too bad at it at all, but it's been a long and nerve-wracking process and I am still keeping away from the freeways. Big deal, you'll say; driving in America is as commonplace as smoking in Europe - people learn to do it at 16 and no one thinks twice about it from then on. But I am 30 years old and my family never owned a car. I grew up and lived in cities generously providing public transport services and when I wanted to go someplace far away, I took the train. Learning to drive when you are a) European, b) freaked out by high speeds, and c) completely lost when it comes to directions, it is indeed a big deal.
So, my dear friends and neighbors, wish me luck. And if you see a madwoman in a silver-green Corolla who's taking left turns a bit too sharply and does wobbly merges onto the roads of the Bay Area, know that that's me practicing for my test.