A question I often get from friends when I’m back in California is if it feels weird to drive after having not driven for so long. Here in Spain, I walk or take buses or trains just about everywhere I go. But when I’m home, you bet I drive. Otherwise I’d never make it out of my parents’ house.
|In Spain, my trips in cars look more like this|
After my semester in Italy, and being home for Christmas during my first year in Spain, driving felt like a whole new sensation. The power of the gas petal under my foot was invigorating, as if I was fifteen again and experiencing it for the first time. Flying down the freeway was a new joy. On the flip side, sitting in southern California traffic was a new nuisance.
However, the past couple times I’ve been home I noticed that driving felt different, in that it felt exactly the same. In fact, this past Christmas, I was ten minutes down the freeway on my way to a friend’s house before I realized, “Hey, this is my first time driving in months!” It didn’t feel like anything different. It was more of a “Oh, I’m driving again. Meh.”
My only conclusion- I’ve become adjusted to being unadjusted. Whatever muscle memory is involved in driving a car, mine can apparently now be turned back on without me even realizing it. Whether that’s a good or a bad thing is debatable, but I think it’s indicative that bouncing back and forth between continents is normal for me. Such is my life.
However, coming up very soon on my to do list- learn to drive a manual transmission. Working on becoming more European by the day.