I'm an anxious driver. If I have the option, I always choose the passenger seat over the driver's seat any day. Because of that tendency, my longest drive ever was literally to Banff from Jasper. That's only a four-hour stretch of highway. I know it's ridiculous, but I would trust ANYONE else behind the wheel more than I trust myself. I don't know what it is, but when I'm the driver, especially on the highway or in a city, my heart starts pounding, I get sweaty palms and I basically just want to pullover and quit.
Actually, if we're being honest, I have pulled over and quit. When I finally arrived in Banff and entered the parking garage, I had a wee mental breakdown, which resulted in me jumping out of the driver's seat and forcing Ian into it.
Anyway, all of this is to say that I'm dreading Monday. Why you ask? Well, because I'm driving to Edmonton (4 hours away) all by myself. Now, this isn't a pleasure trip, it's for work. So, I can't really back out. I HAVE to go. And, because it's a weekday trip, Ian can't be my driver. Oh man! Just writing about this is giving me heart palpitations and I haven't even mentioned the worst part.
Winter has arrived here in Alberta, as you all well know, so that means not only am I driving ALONE for four hours, I'm driving ALONE for FOUR HOURS IN THE SNOW!! And then, once the four hours are up... I HAVE TO DRIVE IN THE CITY. (I know you're thinking it, but NO, I am not overusing caps. If this isn't caps worthy, I don't know what is!)