I remember the first time I drove in Australia. Even though I feel like driving is much like riding a bike (you never forget), there were those few awkward moments where I had to question which lane to be in as I fumbled on the windshield wipers instead of the turn signal. After a few miles down the road, it was like nothing had changed — except for when I encountered one of those silly roundabouts.
Well, it’s been 3 years since I’ve driven on the right (hand) side of the road, so my mom in particular was really nervous about me taking out the car. I mean, seriously, like I forgot how to drive!
I will admit I was a little on edge while going around the block, and I did end up hitting the windshield wipers instead of the turn signal. Still, driving was driving and after a few minutes, it was almost as if I never left.
I’m back in a driving culture — the type of place where everyone has a car and where taking public transportation takes you 3 times as long. It’s also the kind of place where people want what they want within 10 minutes of where they live. I laugh when someone here complains about having to drive 20 minutes to get to work. Pat and I have to take a 45 minute train to get into the city in Sydney, and that’s not even a big deal.
Did I mention that the cars here are really big? Hehe.