My grandmother never learned how to drive. Ever since I can remember, I had wondered why she didn't just get out there and do it, but after moving here I can completely empathize.
We've been here for a month and a half, and I'm still not driving. It's not driving on the left side of the road that worries me. It's the narrow streets in town, where cars park partly on the sidewalk on both sides. This leaves just enough space for two cars to get through (sometimes barely enough room for one). Even as a passenger this is frightening, as it feels like the left side of the car is much closer to anything than it actually is.
Roundabouts are another thing that worry me. I'm not talking about a dinky little roundabout like you can find in the States, I mean a 3 laner with 4 or more exits. And I can't even think about getting on the motorway yet.
But, I have to just get out there and do it, right? And last night I had a go. I drove from our place to the grocery store, which was about 2 miles and 15 minutes. I drove on one narrow street, and through two roundabouts. I got a little confused with the lanes in a roundabout, but I managed. I'm still anxious, and won't be trying to drive everywhere, but I'm proud that I did it. It has to get better from here.
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