After passing my driving theory test back in October I'll admit that I've been dragging my feet when it comes to the practical side of things.
At 25, I feel as though I should already be driving, but I've never had a single lesson due to fear. Not a fear of driving itself, more of being stuck in a car with a total stranger who could drive me into a tree or off a cliff if they wanted to.
Then there was finding an instructor. I had my heart set on one who comes very highly recommended, but he was so hard to get hold of, and it turns out that he can't fit me in around his current students anyway.
Oh, and did I mention my stubborn streak...? "I do what I want" has always been a sort of mantra for me. I cannot stand being told what to do, and so every encouragement to get lessons in my teens and early twenties was met with statements like "I can get everywhere I need to go on the bus". Of course I realise that that's not the case; a bus can't help you much when you decide to pop for chinese on a whim on a Sunday night.
But today marks a major milestone for me.
I booked my first block of driving lessons! My first lesson is next Saturday afternoon, and I'm itching to get behind the wheel and pass my test!
The thought of 10-20 hours of being ordered around by a stranger fills me with dread, but the freedom that having my own car will bring manages to quell my initial hesitancy. I'll never have to miss another appointment due to a bus turning up late, or stand in the rain for twenty minutes wondering if the bloody thing will ever come at all!
So watch this space, because I'll be tootling around the ring roads in no time!
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