I didn’t realize that I hadn’t made any posting for more than a month. Oh well… I guess it just happens. Blog posting is not exactly one of the most important things you need to do in your life. But I do want to tell stories about my life. So here it is.
More adjustments in this new city. My husband bought me a car, and that’s great. I just wanted a decent small car. I was thinking of a small city car… like Honda Fit, Toyota Corolla or Yaris, VW Beetle and Mini Cooper. The last one is the most expensive, and I didn’t really expect that I would get that. I mean… I would be happy with just about any decent car. And as much as I like the idea of having a nice car, deep down I know that a nice car means heavier responsibility (eeewww…).
Then it just happened about a week ago. A metalic grey Mini Cooper on our driveway. So-called my car and I named it Kawaii (did you see that coming? :P). So far I’ve driven it twice. The first time was just fun. We went to a baby shower just a little outside the city, and on our way home my husband told me I should drive. And so I did drive a little, and it was fun… and weird… and scary… and exciting… all at the same time. I only have driver’s license from my home country, and at that time all I knew that I was doing something illegal: driving without local driver’s license. But then later on I found out that my current driver’s license is actually valid in this country for up to a year. And so I decided to get myself used to driving in this city. Today was my second time to drive Kawaii, and it wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be. Perhaps my expectation was too high to begin with, but anyways… I did learn a few things:
One:
Every wife probably knows this already (and I do too!): your husband is not exactly the best person to teach or assist you driving. He may be the best driver you know, but it’s better (for everybody!) to ask somebody else to teach and assist you driving. I knew my husband was just trying to give me directions and to make sure I was driving safely according to local laws, but to my ears, sometimes, he just yelled to drive me crazy!
Two:
In my home country, we drive on the left side of the road. I went to driving school there and was taught to do so. My driving teacher told me to always pay attention to what other drivers do on the road and to adjust my driving accordingly so not to hurt myself and other drivers. But apparently, it just doesn’t work that way here. I just have to make sure, at all times, that people - who my husband said mostly very ignorant - don’t hit me. It doesn’t matter even if I do the right thing according to the law. Eeeewww!!!
Three:
Drivers are alot more impatient and selfish here (although the driving guidance published by the government tells people to do the opposite). So I really need to be careful. I don’t want to hurt myself or other people. Don’t want to break my Kawaii either!
I really need to drive simply because publlic transportation is unreliable here. If it was better, I would opt to just use them and drive only occasionally. I thank my husband for the nice car, I hope I will be able to drive it more in a more relaxed atmosphere and actually enjoy it. Afterall… Mini Cooper is a fun car (so I’ve heard :P).
