A monumental moment in my life's timeline: I got my driver's license today. Twenty three years old. A nontraditional age to join the ranks of the mobilized. My mother and I spent 4 hours at the DMV this morning. Got my permit reinstated, took my road test and just barely passed. Tapped a cone, forgot to check for oncoming traffic at a turn. 82/100 when 80 is the lowest acceptable score. Drove my mother home. Drove from Flowery Branch back to my apartment. I'm not trapped anymore. I can get where I need to be. I can just get in my car and go. How wonderful a feeling. Who needs a ride? I'm something like 23 years of rides in debt.