Despite being 28, and having two children, and generally being an accomplished and rounded human being, there is one thing I have never bothered with.
I’ve never really had a pressing need to drive; public transport, friends, and parents have served me well over the years. However, I acknowledge that having kids means needing to drive them to daycare, school, and extracurricular activities. And so, I am learning to drive.
I don’t really want to drive, and I don’t really like to drive, but I have to drive, and so I am. I’ve had a professional lesson each day this week, plus some practice with dad, and I’m improving each day. I’m feeling more confident, and driving more consistently.
However I feel within myself that I’ll never be a happy driver, never one of those easy-going folk with one hand on the wheel and the other flopping around casually. It will never be second-nature to me to hop in a car and drive, always something to think about deliberately, something to be careful and cautious with.
And I’m not sure I’ll ever want to drive a manual, despite owning one!