Today I ventured to drive on my own for the first time. Yes, it has been over four weeks now, and I hadn’t been out with the car other than with Staffan by my side. There is a synergy of factors that makes me anxious. Driving on the wrong side. The right side is the wrong side and the left side is the right side. The steering wheel on the wrong side for the right (left) side. The roundabouts are worst. Fortunately, some have traffic lights. Which in itself is confusing. Being uncertain about the right way. I mean, right way, not left way. Correct way. But I guess it is all a matter of habit.