This New Yorker misses driving. I miss getting to throw all my stuff in the car (books, work out clothes, purse, tennis shoes, and all of the other crap I end up lugging around every day). I love having everything I need at arm’s length. I love hand selecting a driving playlist and just sitting back to concentrate on the road. I don’t miss running from subway to subway trying to make the transfer because it is so frustrating when I just miss a train by a second. I like being able to have the heat on when it’s freezing out and turning the windows down when it’s scorching hot out. I love driving. That little part of me is still the 15 year old girl that got her learner’s permit five years ago. Wow, has it really been that long?
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