To me, driving has always served as an outlet to collect my thoughts and recharge. On days where life goes wrong, I grab my keys and drive loops around the neighborhood. My future apologies, strategies, and actions are planned with both my hands gripping the leather steering wheel. The calmness that overtakes me when I drive always helps me reflect on anything that bothers me
For a long time, because I didn’t have my own car, I could only drive my dad’s car over the weekends. Now that I have my own Passat, I am so grateful for the freedom it gives me. I can drive whenever I want; I can go out with my friends anytime; I can make plans much more spontaneously. Having my own car—my own personal space to relax and think about my day—has truly made my life so much better. And for that, I will be forever thankful!