Heck yeah! I can't get a permit till next week when I get mail that says I'm a Virginia resident, but then I am apparently learning to drive stick because my cousins, who spent twenty years living in Europe, don't believe automatic is real driving.
I also broke my pants and have to fix them because there's a big hole in the crotch. I don't have nearly enough junky clothes for the stuff I'm doing here. It's a load of hard work, but it's making me feel much more physically healthy. And working with rescue doggies is awesome. I was afraid of getting bitten and stuff but so far all the rescue dogs have been very affectionate and good-natured. Some of them are really terrified and have been in shitty situations before we get them, but then we give them baths and brush them and they usually calm down then.