A driver's license and a car.
Sometimes it's not so bad walking to the store, especially in a small town like I live in, and buses can be a pretty interesting place to observe people, but there is definitely a lack of freedom in not having wheels. I remember a particularly bad night a couple years ago when my ride to a drive in theater excursion thought I had another ride home and left early . . .
In such situations I would sigh and say "This would be so much easier if I had a magic carpet." But alas, there was naught I could do but wish, visit the DMV yet again, and remember where my bus pass was.
Until about six months ago
Meet The Magic Carpet
Shimmering in gene-lamp gold and ready to take me wherever I wish to go.
Well maybe not everywhere. I'm still working on how I'm going to drive him across the pacific.
Truth to tell I still walk to the store more often than not (because gas is expensive and I could always use the exercise and fresh air) but there is something now present that wasn't before.
Choice.
A delicious delectable word if ever there was one.
And believe me this dream did not come easily. It took three driver's permits, a zillion bus rides, endless nagging for licensed drivers to risk their life as my passenger, and I've long lost count of how many hours I've spent in the DMV trying to make this happen.
But it did. Eventually it did and that makes me very happy indeed.
2 comments:
YAY MAGIC CARPET!!!!
Choice IS a beautiful thing, isn't it? I do have to admit I've been pretty content to drive most places ever since I can remember, and I almost wish that I'd had no choice for a while longer so I'd be more in the habit of walking shorter distances. But at the same time, it's just so darn convenient. I guess there's always greener grass in a different field, huh?
Hooray for cars and choice!! So happy for you. And I hope new car has a rad name (although Magic Carpet is pretty good already) and you're enjoying the ride. :D
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