Letting go of Ls and embracing my Ps

Today has been one of most nerve wracking days I've had in a long time. I had set my alarm to go off at 7am (too early, considering I'm not working today) because I didn't want to be late for my driving test. But I just kept on waking up way before my alarm had gone off. 5:30AM, then 6AM, then almost every quarter of an hour thereafter.

7AM and I finally jumped out of bed and got ready. The train ride to Mount Druitt seemed a lot longer than it usually is. My stomach was feeling queasy. Warm up drive for an hour with my driving instructor, David and the big moment came. Driving test was about to commence.

Half an hour later, I drove into the Motor Registry office and Steve, my examiner told me to follow him into the office, have a seat and he will call me over when the results are ready.

Sat in my seat, palms sweaty. David asked my how my test went, gave me a few reassuring words but it all seemed to blur away in the back ground.

"Deborah" - my name was being called. I walked over to the window and there was Steve standing with a stern face. Seemed like the world stopped for almost two seconds. First thing Steve said, "Congratulations!" A big smile took over my face.

Today, I've said goodbye to my L plates and hello to my P (provisional) plates. Hallelujah! My prayers have been answered. Now I can tick this off my list and move on to bigger tests.

No kidding, I did kiss my P plates