License

Yesterday, I finally did it; I am officially licensed to drive! Also, please enjoy the fake McLovin license, and don't worry, because mine is 100% real. At the age of 21, I’m probably no longer in the appropriate age frame to brag about the news on any social media site, but here I go letting you all know the exciting news. The reason this milestone took so long to achieve was based on the fact that there was never a strong need or want to drive.

Growing up, my parents took me everywhere from school to the mall. When my friends started driving, they were also kind enough to lend me a ride. In the rare instances neither could take me, I could rely on the metro, bus, or my own two feet, so either way I was set on transportation. In college, a car wasn’t necessary to get around my small, walk-able campus and thanks to the quarter system, I never had sufficient time to practice driving to a point where I felt comfortable enough to take the road skills test.

After getting my permit in my late teens, I aimed to get my license in my early 20s. After driving maybe 11 hours, I took the test and failed. The older I got, the more I realized the importance of driving. Not only does it give you the independence to go anywhere anytime, but it is also a useful skill to have in case of emergencies or with whatever type of situation pops up. With roughly 45 hours under my belt, I returned to the DMV and thankfully passed. So, here, I am, an early twenty something, proudly checking this milestone off my list!