Broken U

I have officially passed my road test. When I was told I had passed, my heart skipped a beat and I became so thrilled and happy. Having my license doesn't mean a lot here in NY since I don't have my own car. Between gas and insurance and upkeep and the car itself, it isn't worth it. Instead, I will be using my license to travel who knows where with Josh. We can finally go places without his mother driving us. We'll be like a real adult couple instead of young high schoolers being shuttled by mothers everywhere they go. Josh and I are already planning adventures and fun trips for the summer. Places to eat, things to see, and activities to do. He asked me today if I still see him being in my life. I think questions like those are so silly. If I didn't want something serious, I wouldn't be doing what I do or saying what I say. I've learned to speak my mind more often and voice my feelings. My parents were so happy and proud of me for passing my road test. Slowly but surely, I'm growing up. I remember when I graduated from high school and I thought that would be the summer of freedom. Fuck that. This is going to be the summer I've been wishing for for so many years. I have a license, a means to get around with my amazing boyfriend, plenty of plans and ideas, and a lot of new people to meet.
Josh's graduation dinner is fast approaching, and that means socializing. All of his friends and family want to meet me and find out who this new girlfriend is in Josh's life. It's intimidating to meet all of those people who hold so much meaning to Josh. But just like my road test, I have to keep calm. As long as I act natural and like my usual lovable self, I'll pass the family/friends test. Vroom vroom - into my future I go.