Driving Diva

Having a brilliant day today! I finally, after what must be YEARS, passed my driving test and I am now a fully fledged driver (watch out!).

Driving over the years has been a massive pain in my butt.

In NZ you can legally start learning how to drive at 15, (don't worry, you can't drive by yourself until you are at least 17) but between one thing and another, I never sat my test. I would practice with my parents every day for a couple of weeks, and then not go out again for 6 months, forget almost everything I knew and have to start (almost) from the beginning again. I never felt confident driving, probably because I never gave it a chance, and so I left home to travel at 18 and didn't think much about it again.

Until last year.

When I realised that my younger sister (2 years younger) had managed to pass the first part of her test, and my even younger brother (4 years younger) had managed to pass his ENTIRE test, I realised something had to be done. It was test time. Not because I was particularly desperate to drive, but mainly because then I would have my licence and if I wanted to drive I could and if I needed to drive, I could.

My wonderful BF bought me a block of 11 driving lessons for my 21st Birthday last year and so come September I launched into lessons and studying, ready for my test.

Well, my test was a disaster. All I will say is that it ended in hysterical tears on my behalf, awkward explanations by my examiner, a nervous instructor, with me swearing off driving for the rest of my life. Seriously, I was so hysterical I couldn't speak, I had mascara and snot running down my face, and hiccups. I imagine the examiner wished he had never uttered the word fail knowing what it would bring. Nevermind, that is all in the past.

So TODAY, after a few lessons over the last couple of weeks with my fantastic instructor (I am as surprised as you that he took me back after the scene I made in his car last year....), I sat my test and I passed!

Okay, so there were still a few tears.....I hit the curb at one point, started sobbing and said...

'If I've failed, please can I pull over and stop now!' 

Aparently it didn't count as a fail and I aced the test with only 4 minor errors (and you are allowed 14!).

I am pleased as punch and keep wanting to shout as loud as I can in excitement! Yippee, I can finally drive! And as a treat the BF is taking me out to dinner to my favourite restaurant - DFly. I am going to stuff myself with copious amounts of Thai food and cocktails.Yum.

Oh how I love to celebrate!