Yes. That title is correct. I am now learning to drive.
Given that my workplace is about 17 miles away from our house, it has become evident that I have no other choice but learn to drive. For a while, I braved it out, commuting and enjoying the scheduled service of NJ Transit buses. But after some time, the Husband just made me admit it: you have to learn to drive.
So I went to the local DMV and took the test… and failed. HAHAHAHA. That has to be one of the funniest curve balls ever. I studied so hard for the test that I became too confident and too doubtful of what I’ve learned. Second time did it for me though, and since then, the Husband has just been breathing down my neck, making sure I look before I switch and turn, reminding me to turn my lights on, and signaling me to slow down before approaching a wide curve.
I have to admit though, it has been very challenging to listen to instruction. I don’t mean that I do not like following the Husband’s instructions; it’s just hard for me to accept that this is something I do not know. For every deep breath he takes, I automatically think that I did something disappointing. Every time I notice him grip his seat a little tighter, my head goes “what did I do wrong now” almost immediately. The moment I think I’m doing well, I screw something up. And not just something minor. It’s in the levels of stopping inside an intersection box height of screwing something up.
With my work having summer hours every Friday, I have to take Lyft or Uber to get home (since the bus has limited service in our area). I take that opportunity to ask about how they learned how to drive. Then I tell them it doesn’t make sense to me that I can make a perfect left turn and cannot make a right turn to save my life. They will tell me to line up my rear lights with the other cars front lights when parallel parking. They will tell me when in doubt, stay on the right. And there is always one lesson that these drivers have told me over and over: it takes time.
That…. is a hard lesson to learn. For someone who always wants to finish first, I constantly pray for the patience I need to just learn to drive. The roads won’t always be a friend, the streets will always be too narrow, there will always be people crossing. The sooner I accept that, maybe the sooner I can adhere to the rules of the road.
Well… time will tell right? Until then, I have to bear with these stickers all over my bumper.