I grew up without a family car, so I was used to commuting. When I started working, I lived close to the office. Even after getting married, we stayed in the city, so there was really no need for me to learn how to drive. It just wasn’t something I ever had to think about—until life gave me no choice.
Living in the province forced me to embrace driving. My reasons? Emergencies. Bringing my daughter to and from school. Going out and actually having fun. Driving for my husband when he’s tired, or, let’s be real, when he’s had a few drinks. See? A mama can take the wheel too!
Here’s the story of how I finally learned—and what I did to make it happen.
