I did it! With an enthusiastic cheer from Boo, “Good Job, Mommy,” I got off the BQE from Queens to Brooklyn. And I got another “Good Job!” when I rolled up onto my parents’ block. This was my second time, if you count last night and tonight. But we’re not counting the first time when I was learning how to drive.
As I told the children at Children’s Worship, the last time I drove on the BQE, I was crying and screaming, “I don’t want to do this!!” all across the Williamsburg Bridge and up the ramp onto the highway. With cars zooming by me left and right, I seriously don’t remember how I made it to our exit…
Well, after Hubby and I finished up with the house last night (more on that in another post), Hubby asked me if I wanted to drive back to my parents place via highway or locally. I didn’t know. I was still scared from the last time I drove on NY highway. But I let Hubby decide and he figured the traffic would not be so bad. So I did it. With Boo strapped in his car seat in Hubby’s pick-up truck, I drove back to my parents place via the BQE. With slightly more confidence, the same thing happened tonight. However, this time:
- Boo wasn’t with us
- I drove a mini-van
- the mini-van felt much lighter on the road
- the minivan responded to the tiniest movements I made on the steering wheel
- there were fewer cars on the road AND
- a hurricane was on its way! Eck!!
Stay safe East Coast!