I didn't get my license until late June of 2010. I was twenty-three years old. There was no celebration but exasperated sighs of, "she finally did it" & "it's about time". I could list myriad reasons, excuses really, of why it took me so long. The real reason was essentially fear.
What made me finally put excuses & fear aside and go through a rite of passage all of my peers had done 7 years ago? To put it simply, a man. I finally got up and did something I should have done for myself years previously because of… love.
I couldn't stand the distance, and the far too long train rides, or waiting for him to drive to me.
Getting my license was the best decision I've ever made based on a relationship.
Driving is now my biggest comfort without my original motivator by my side. I feel that I can't handle something, that I don't want to get out of bed? I get up, get into the car and just drive. Aimlessly.
& By the end of the drive I can usually breathe again.
& From now on, I'll make changes for me.
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