On the bus…
Times like yesterday make me wonder why I never learned to drive. I tried learning at 16 (my daddy’s proudest moment). Now that I think about it considering that I put the car in reverse without holding the break and it going very fast on reverse was probably plenty a red face moment for him too. Needless to say, I gave up trying after that scare. Tried again at 18, 21, 23. No dice, I can remember details upon details. I’m pretty smart and a fast learner too, but when it comes to driving, one thing is knowing the book like the back of my hand and another very different one, is actually putting all that into action. To me a car has a mind of it’s own. So here is to hoping next time I sit at the driver seat I succeed.
The bus ride yesterday was refreshing and surprisingly peaceful. The hellish weather didn’t bother me, after all we do have the best public transport this side of the U.S. it’s quite a treat. I got to see many buildings and it was like seeing a child hood pass by. I remember those building from being in the back seat as my dad was driven to work. Now here I was an adult, and the buildings still there, giving you a very early nineties feel.
I got to see many different people in the bus, and I wondered where they were headed, where they came from. I thought about many things. Specially where I am headed in my life. All I can say is yesterday was the first solid step in the right direction, and while sometime I may take up learning to drive again, I will take the bus from time to time for days like yesterday.