Behind the Wheel

I FINALLY TOOK MY PERMIT TEST.

I PASSED.

And dear goodness, I feel like an adult.

When I was younger, driving was something my parents did but I didn’t really have any notions about getting behind the wheel myself. The chances I got to drive a golf cart or a go-kart were rare and panic-filled; how did adults do this? Would I really be expected to drive a car AND navigate around the seemingly endless city?

Yes.

But now, I’m not as scared. After plenty of needling from my friends and family, I finally succumbed and set aside a day to take the Permit Test, the Test That Means I’m Growing Up.

Let’s hope the roads are kind to me.