It may be time to start blogging again. A lot’s gone down since the last blog I wrote. I’ll fill you in as I go along. But I gotta be honest, I barely wanted to pick up a camera for well over a year. So considering writing again or telling stories with photos has seemed kinda like a crap idea until I went to the DMV today. It hit me hard while I was sitting in the DMV for 5 hours contemplating every square on the ceiling. There’s a lot that happens there. It’s much akin to our major milestone in one’s life. It’s where one is granted an open door to life's many adventures: road trips, showing your ID for your first official drink at 21, for a 16 year old it enables you to spread your wings and leave the nest, it can help you get a real job. They don’t make it easy. I sat for nearly 5 hours, with 101 people in front of me when I first arrived. It took over an hour to get my wait number, so I knew I was doomed. I looked at people walking by, every shape, size, skin tone, creed and MOOD. The place reaked of the sweet breath of last evenings drinks; not in a fun way. But we all had a goal that we were willing to wait for, as selfish as it was. I sat visualizing all of the people in the room stuck in their cars on 95 in bumper to bumper traffic. This is what it would look like with out the cars protecting our privacy. We were huddled and close like sardines. It would have been the perfect lobbying for the logic of public transportation. I stood next to a woman and we shared facebook photos. She said she may actually hire me, not to mention, I like her positivity despite out location. Then I sat next to a Hisidic Jewish man reading a torah so small, all I could imagine was the headache he must have as if waiting this long wasn’t enough. We talked for a bit calculating the quandary of why it took three hours to proceed through 21 people and just under two to motor through the the next 80 unassuming humans. Then as quickly as the discussion started, he was back to his scriptures.
I am incredibly thankful to those who answered my DMV question of “Which is the fastest DMV?" I can safely answer that Wethersfield is NOT. Despite the DMV evil lies of their website’s time wait table, we were all destined for the slow purgatory of the DMV.
I could feel the FB effect of bringing people together showing an immense amount of unity against the dark Sith lord of the DMV. But back to the issue at hand, I walked out of there with some more tools for life that had been granted by the nice lady at kiosk #26. She told me she actually likes her job if any of you were wondering. I left with a license bearing me the right to drive my dopey little Prius everywhere and a set of plates in hand so my kids could do the same. It gives the world proof that am who I am along with the person out there who may be walking around there with my identity from my lost/stolen license. It’s a good thing life moves forward thankfully, albeit slowly at the DMV.