The privilege that we often take for granted; driving. Driving is something I miss after moving into the New York City with my husband; people barely drive here. Plus its so crowded and there is barely any space to do anything. Relying on transportation such as a Subway and the buses is something I never thought I would do.
Growing up in New Jersey I got a car at 19 and having a car meant freedom.. lots of freedom. For a college student, that meant you can practically do anything and everything you wanted.
Especially knowing the struggles that my mother went through. My mother who doesn’t drive because of her fear of getting into accidents but the most important thing she did was she fought to get me that car. Every step I see her struggle to get to work, to get home on time, though she barely works 10 mins away. Even after being in the Americas for 10+ years and being the first one to get the license in NJ, she doesn’t drive. I have tried to be the person who help her learn to drive once again, to get that confidence, but in trying to do that I made her fears come true, we got into a huge accident and she had to pay hard for that. Well after that we stopped completely, no more driving and I still feel I wish I could help her gain the courage. Knowing that she has had a hard life I want to be able to do something for but there I times I feel more helpless than her.
Thank You to Sonya Larose for the idea. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have thought of the whole memory.