Today, I collected my husband from Naha Airport. To many, if not most, that would be an easy day. But for me, it was an anxiety-filled 30 minutes of driving on the Okinawa Expressway for the first time. Why? I’m not an anxious driver. Indeed, I am a fine driver. But I am also severely directionally challenged. When I was younger, I was in a car accident that I was told I caused. Allegedly, I failed to stop at a four-way stop intersection. The passenger side of my (father’s) car, was hit by an oncoming van driven by an employee who had just had the vehicle inspected for a sale. My day got worse when I was asked by the police officer for my driver’s license. The cause? I was on my way to a post-university job interview and got lost; I was focused on finding my way rather than driving.
That accident impaired my ability to feel comfortable driving without knowing where I was going. Once the vehicle was hit, I didn’t know where I was or what happened. Given that I have driven north while attempting to reach a location south, my anxiety is reasonable, if not well-founded. Add to that baseline anxiousness that I live in a country where driver’s drive on the left, most road signs are incomprehensible to me, and Google Maps hasn’t caught up with road construction. Yes. Exactly.
Did I make it to the airport? Of course I did. Did I make a wrong turn. Of course I did. I learned that taking a “slight left” is different than maneuvering a sharp left. Fortunately, it was an easy fix and I pulled into the airport parking structure relieved. So relieved, I backed into the parking space on the nearly empty floor.
Since Russell left, I haven’t been able to sleep well. My nights have been filled with too much reading and excessive tossing and turning. [S]’s sleep also has been disturbed with routine awakenings. This morning, I awoke to an early morning text from Russell, “I’ve been up since 4 a.m.”
Now that our family is reunited, I’m looking forward to a good night’s sleep.