What I Thought Would Be Hard, Was Easy.

So being that I'm from NY, I rarely had to drive a lot. Where I once lived, it was hard to get a parking space. And if you had a car, you'd go nuts trying to find a garage to rent each month. Then if you found one, it was probably full of crap and it made you worry that your car would get damage. That's what happen with Mas and his car. For about two months we were worried that the old man's tools would fall over and scratch his brand new car. On top of that, he had a shelf hanging above the car and it looked like it was gonna fall over.

We found another garage which was two garages down from the old man's and this one was clean and empty. It was a 3 car garage, but it was only Tomas' car and some other guy's car on the other side. So the middle was empty and we loved it. I sometimes planted a beach chair in the spot and watched Tomas work on his car. Or was it a dream I had?

Well, out here in California, Mas has his car in a garage as well. The garage is attached to the house. But it's only a one car garage. I have to find a spot out in the street. Boo hoo. But not so boo hoo. The spots are right out in front of the house, so it's not a big deal. I look out my window and there's my baby.

Enough about garages, let's get to the point of my post here. I didn't bother buying a car cause you could walk, take a bus or ride the train. And if you had a bike, you rode that too. If I wanted to go somewhere, most likely I had someone drive me around or I'd borrow my dad's car. I lived in NY all my life and I would still get lost there. So what I thought would be hard, turned out to be easy. What was that? Well I thought driving around California would be hard. Now, I wasn't doing cross country driving. I just drove over to the next town.

This morning I had to drive my car back to the dealership. I had to fix something...which was nothing...(a spot on the trunk) and then I headed over to where I will be working. I avoided the highway today, so that I can see what other routes I could take to work. I used a navigation system. It was wonderful. It took me where I needed to go and back home, without me wondering where the hell I was and what if I got lost and never got back home. Leave it to me and I'll keep driving on and on and won't look up to read the signs. But with my navigator, I just listen to the chick speak.

"Lj dear, in .3 miles you'll need to turn right on BlackJack road." Sweet!! She let's me know ahead of time. So I turn left. "Uhh Lj sweetheart, I said right on BlackJack road, not left. Allow me to recalculate." Then she recalculates and tells me, "Okay sweetheart, make a Uturn and do it quick. There's a coppa on it's way and it's illegal to do it here. TURN NOW!" So I make the Uturn real quick, feeling the handling of the car. I smile. It felt good. I felt like I was driving a BMW, racing down the road.

Anyway, my point is, what I thought was gonna be hard, turned out to be easy. I listened to the chick and followed her instructions. I got to my destinations without any problems. I'm proud of myself. (Tears forming in her eyes) Though everyone is use to this kind of stuff, to me it's all brand new. I do, however, miss taking the train to Delancy street in New York. Especially Clinton Avenue. Anyway, kudos to me for using the navigation system. ;)