|Off we go!|
...without cars of our own. ( Both of us had our own cars in California)
With taxi cabs making safey belts low on their priority list, trunk space tight, and no way for me to carry a carseat through the supermarket, for instance, I am only able to travel by a private hire driver. We are lucky enough to have a regular driver, who also allows for our carseat to remain in his vehicle during the work week. Living on the 25th floor, the fewer times we have to lug that thing up and down the elevator, the better.
Today I am thankful for our driver.
He picks NZ & his assistant up every morning, and is available for Sal and I most days of the week, unless NZ needs him for work purposes. Our driver is the ticket to my sanity. He makes it possible for me to leave the 3 mile radius that I am quite comfortable walking, so that I can visit friends, run errands, and feel like I have some sort of independence still.
What's his name, you ask?
I still don't know.
But, I certainly am grateful for his services.