The eternal optimist would agree… eagerly encouraging, maybe even insisting one to believe that any difficult period will conclude with a light – a bright side – a positive outcome. One way to look at it, eh? I don’t disagree. I find that optimistic mindset appealing and try my best (some days being better than others) to emit those positive vibes with the hope of attracting the same.
Betcha thinking that I’m about to preach… naaaah, not even! Truth is, a weekend trip back to an area that I called home for almost 17 years had me nostalgic – especially the drive across a bridge and through a tunnel. Funny how random things can trigger the deepest thoughts. Spark daydreams. Even bring back memories. Haha – far from any figurative explanation of what lies at the end of the tunnel – my interpretation is “matter of fact”… literal… straight to the point. At the end of the tunnel, there is always an EXIT!
So here is the scenario…
While living in the Hampton Roads area, there was a period of time that I commuted to work. In total, 60 miles driven 5 days a week… which included, a drive across a bridge and through a tunnel. The Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel – coined “HRBT” by the locals – was both friend and foe. A 3.5 mile structure with a 1500 foot tunnel placed almost at mid-point, greeted me in the morning and closed my commute in the evening. A bridge? A tunnel? Pretty basic and expected, eh? Yes… especially considering that I did live on a peninsula.
At any rate… during my commute, I always looked forward to driving across the bridge. Side note: this bridge has absolutely no elevation… insert elevation plus a bridge – OH BOY – then I have difficulty… memories of a drive across The Delaware Memorial Bridge suddenly flashed through my mind – WHOA!
Unlike that beast in Delaware, the HRBT was easy… friendly and welcoming. Perhaps odd to some, but as I drove across, I would always look to the water as a gage… thinking that the rhythm of the waves might possibly indicate how my day would progress or close. The days in which the water was perfectly still were equally as amazing as when it was wild and choppy. But it never failed, each time that I found myself transfixed on the water, deep in thought, it would happen… time to drive through that damn tunnel!
Haha! I really don’t have a fear of tunnels… nor am I afraid to drive through one. I just prefer not to be enclosed, under-water AND in a vehicle. What if… Ummmm… yeah. That and ALL of the possible predicaments kept my mind wandering and me looking for the light at the end of the tunnel!
The light for me was the exit – the portal – my means to get back to the attraction of the bridge and the awe that the water possessed. I swear, in that tunnel, 1500 feet was the shortest yet longest drive I ever had to make.
This past weekend, having been a little over a year since my last drive across, I found myself reminded of and humored by my ritual. Apparently, it was a habit that was not forgotten – for upon approaching the bridge, I immediately went back into my routine. And upon entering the tunnel, as expected, I kept a steady eye on the light!
Surely I am not the only one with peculiarities. Hmmm… maybe I’m just the only one who reveals them?!
Nonetheless, now that I have relocated, it’s only fitting that I am now the prowl for my next driving fixation…