license to drive

April 13, 2018

My children ask at least once a week when I’m going to learn to drive. The question typically comes when we’re pegging it up Spadina, and we’re late for school. Or when I offer them a scenic route to their swimming classes in Chinatown. In my fourty years, I’ve always lived in the centre of town, and I’ve rarely felt limited by not having a car. Jason drives, I have good friends with cars –– I’m set. Until I’m not. And those are the days when I wish I had a license. I’m not sure where I’d go. Maybe the supermarket, or to Nova Scotia. Two feet are great, but sometimes, four wheels are better.


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