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I am back in NYC, and I am now 32 years old.

I'm pretty proud of myself - I managed to drive myself, Kath and the puppies to and from Kath's sister's house, just outside of Syracuse, without any difficulties.  It was the first time we used our Zipcar account, and it worked out pretty great, actually.  Normally, driving in NYC is pretty intimidating for me; maybe it's just because we live in a very accessible part of Queens, but it was 100 times easier than I thought it would be.  The Major Deegan was a little hairy, but it could've been a lot worse.  At any rate, I feel a lot more confident now about making future car trips out of the city - or, really, even in the city, should that ever come up.

That's it and that's all.  Work beckons.
I can't imagine I'm the only native NYCer who gets intimidated by driving here - if only because (a) all of us generally use public transportation and don't really ever get inside of a car that isn't a taxi; (b) when you're in a taxi, you see first-hand how crazy the roads and drivers are; (c) when you're on the street, you're constantly almost getting run over by cars, bike messengers, etc. And the highway system here is unbelievably confusing and non-intuitive for the novice.

Also, thanks!
It could be worse; you could live in DC. Keep reminding yourself that.

The center of DC is a thicket of insane rules. No left turn from 4:30pm-6:30pm and on alternate Tuesdays. The crazy reversible lanes on Connecticut (3 lanes inbound in the morning; 3 lanes outbound at night; evenly split all other times) with no signage to tell you what the configuration is at any given time. No parking, anywhere, ever. Dupont Circle.

I went to DC on a road trip with some friends over one spring break. I managed to wuss my way out of my share of the driving. I'm not proud of it, but in my defense I probably would've killed myself and all my passengers if they'd made me drive.