The end of an era...

Well the time has come, everyone. As of next week, I will no longer be a full-time public transit commuter. Before I begin my sob story and explanation, I will let you all know that when reviewing the lifetime of this blog (est. 2014), 2016 and 2017 were not stellar years for posts. I mean I guess carrying a human inside you for the majority of the first year mentioned and then actually caring for said human during the second and current one, doesn't leave a whole lot of time for blogging, especially with a full-time job. And any free time I do have (you know the 20 minutes before I pass out at night, or before a child begins to fuss and needs to be fed), is usually spent watching Bravo and eating three-day old Mac & Cheese, straight out the fridge. Priorities. Don't judge. 

Anywho, I hope you, you fellow readers, do not feel cheated these past two years. Maybe my commutes just weren't that exciting and I was not compelled enough to write a blog about it, or perhaps the fun little stories and thoughts in my head are just now consumed by the cuteness that is a baby in my life. Even so, this will be my last post as a regular commuter and maybe I'll make guest appearances on my own blog from time to time, if an experience or situation renders it so, because...

I got a new job! So, instead of working at a large Museum in DC, I'll be working for a small private college in the city of Frederick, MD. There's only one, so if you really want to know where, Google it. From where we currently live in Montgomery County, it's about a 20 minute drive, AGAINST TRAFFIC, one-way. This means, I'm getting about 2.5 hours of my day back in about 2 weeks. Amaze-balls. It was a tough decision to make since working at a Museum had been the ultimate goal and a career high-point for me. Why wouldn't I stay?! (See reference to cute baby thoughts above.) It is the best choice for me and the famiglia at this point in our lives. 

Fun fact: we are also looking to move to Frederick, so my commute at that point will make my 26 through 30-something-year-old-self very jealous. I haven't had an easy commute since I lived in Baltimore and could WALK TO WORK. So this will be beyond worth it. 

Now, in honor of my new gig, and new commute, I wanted to leave you all with my top 5. The top 5 things I will miss about the train every day, and the top 5 things I won't. Without any further ado...

SLEEP 

While my actual morning routine will improve and I won't be awake on purpose at 5 am anymore to get into the city, I will miss the ability to sleep during my commute. Not so easy when behind the wheel of a car. Now with a tiny human, any extra Z's I can get are always welcome!

BEING A NICE PERSON

Two words: Road Rage. I will definitely probably start my bad habits of yelling at other drivers, or being confounded by the ever unsolvable mysteries of bottlenecking, but thankfully my commute in a car will be headed in the opposite direction of the hoards of cars headed south on I-270 and once relocated, those back roads, or multiple alternatives to work will be my saving grace.

BUILT-IN EXERCISE

That new FitBit I just got will need some extra motivation once the commute changes. Right now, I walk quite a bit. When pregnant, it felt like I was walking 10,000 miles a day, in the heat, carrying a sack of potatoes stuffed under my dress. Now that I'll be in a car for 40 minutes a day (again, until we move), I will have to make the extra effort to get my butt to the gym, or take the kiddo for a walk in the evenings. But that's what all that extra time is for now, right?! (No, really it's for watching more Bravo and heating up my food. Let's be honest...)

PEOPLE WATCHING

This blog is evidence how much I like observing and seeing society at work. Especially when confined to close quarters [insert evil laugh]. Now, I'll be resigned to just accidentally seeing people pick their nose in the car next to me, or trying to figure out what that vanity license plate is supposed to stand for. So low-brow compared to the train.

WASHINGTON, DC

See this blog post. I've always been more of a city person and ever since I could remember, I wanted to be in (working, living, or playing) DC. My husband and I share such affection for this city and its where we spent time early on in our relationship, so I'll miss not having access to it every single day. Oh, and all the lunch spots. I'll miss those too.

So, now for the things I will not miss... 

THE OUTDOORS

And what comes with it. Mainly, weather. Don't get me wrong, I love nature and I love spending time in it. But really more so, on my terms and when I'm fully prepared for it, or have alternatives to not be in it in case of inclementation (not a word). I'll love not carting around an umbrella in my purse on a regular basis (that sucker makes it heavy!) and will absolutely live for the glorious-ness that is heat inside of my car and not spending more than 2 minutes outside walking from it to my office.

BLEEDING MONEY

While I'm a complete advocate for the cost benefit of taking public transit, with my shortened commute I will HALVE what I spend in commuting costs to DC daily. With WMATA ever-increasing their fares and even MARC upping theirs in the last year, it adds up and I was spending close to $4,000 annually to get to my job. That's some good deniro back in my pocket. 

SCHEDULE 

I'll definitely not miss being beholden to one when commuting. I'm a type-A person and I like to be on time, if not early, to pretty much everything in life. Therefore, it's super stressful to try and catch a train by running to it, or frantically watching my watch to leave enough time to make sure I can catch my last ride out of the city. Along these lines, I will also not miss the delays that occur and then impact my own schedule in terms of getting home to spend time with the hubster and my little guy. So, as WMATA continues to drag along like the months it takes for Game of Thrones to come back this year, I won't miss dealing with the powers that be (and other commuters too!) 'effing with my time.

TIME AWAY

I feel like this photo alone is my motivation for pretty much everything in life. No funny gif needed here. This is the reason I'm leaving you all for a life out in the country (not really, and shhh! Don't tell my husband I said that...he's even more attached to urban living than I am!). I will not miss the time away from my son. 

I'm sure I'll still have many tales to tell as I begin to travel for my current position. So let's not call this goodbye, but just a disembarkation at the current stop. I'll see you all on the other side of town!

Manners 101

I meant to post this a few weeks ago, but I encountered some rude dudes on the train all within a week, and two of them within one day!

First encounter: I have to preface this instance with describing the seats on the train. Throughout the new trains there are a handful of seats that face each other. See my lovely computer skills below with the diagram.

I was headed home on a Friday and after the week I had had, I decided to sit in the Quiet Car. I was perfectly content in a group of seats like the ones above, by myself, until someone joined me. That's cool. I was sitting in the lower right seat and she was in the upper left (or, I was in the southeast corner and she was in the northwest). Soon, another woman came along and decided she would sit in the northeast corner of the configuration by the window like me. She had a pull-along suitcase and decided to place it on the seat next to me which was along the aisle (the southwest seat, or the lower left). I didn't mind this too terribly much, but I do think it a bit presumptuous for her to assume her bag gets an entire seat to itself. I may not have a pull-along, but I carry a few bags each day and I always remove them from the seat if I see people coming towards me to sit next to me, or if the train is crowded. Never does my stuff get treated as precious cargo, or like a human. I understand that the suitcase may not fit under the seat or be conducive to put in front of her feet since I was sitting across from her, but nevertheless, I feel it is a bit rude to do this. So anyway, we move on and the train leaves DC.

Which leads me to my second encounter that day: The girl who was sitting in the northwest seat had been reading most of the first 15-20 minutes of the trip and then it happened. The really rude thing that I've witnessed before and that the MARC train even has signs to state you shouldn't do this: SHE PUT HER FEET UP ON THE SEAT ACROSS FROM HER (the southwest one). The one that the other lady's suitcase was on. And she kept them up there for the entire ride until I got off at Germantown. Really?! Like, this is NOT your living room. And if I had taken a picture and Instagram-ed it, that would have been my hashtag for it. #notyourlivingroom 

So by the time I was driving home, I was just thankful it was the weekend. I have since started riding in the Quiet Car on the way home when I take that particular train (lots of happy hours happen in the other cars!), but I haven't encountered either of these ladies again. Thank goodness.

This brings me to the third encounter: I've seen this young lady before, but this time I got photo proof of how far rudeness can extend:

Like, really? This is not your bedroom at home. You must nap like all the rest of us sad commuters and get a kink in your neck from all the head bobbing that occurs when sleeping sitting up. Pshaw. 

Still, in other news, this became fodder the other month and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. When in DC, YOU STAND ON THE RIGHT, WALK ON THE LEFT. Keep it moving, people!

Until next time...which will probably be tomorrow or later this week as I have some news...!

UPDATE: A travelin' (wo)man

UPDATE: It's been almost two years since I posted all the cities I've traversed their mass public transit systems, so I wanted to provide an update. See my newest cities (in purple) since early 2015 that apply. Not many, but I'm making progress!
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I was thinking this morning that I've traveled a lot in my life and in recent years have found myself wanting to take public or mass transit when visiting other cities and countries, if nothing else, to see how their systems compare to my beloved DC. 

So I cataloged all the US cities and international cities where I've utilized their public or mass transit systems. First note to mention: I say 'mass transit' in addition to 'public' because a lot of time overseas their transit is actually privatized, at least in Europe, and that's a whole 'nother discussion for a different post (andwhyIthinktheUSisbehindontransit, coughcough).

I also would like to define what I consider to be "mass or public transit". This is city/county buses, commuter/regional rail, subways, trolleys and light rails. This does NOT include passenger rail (i.e. Amtrak), planes, ferries, taxicabs, or ride-share services. 

So without any further ado, here is my ever-growing list that I would like to continue to enhance! (ordered by proximity to where I call "home")

Washington, DC (obvi) and surrounding jurisdictions and nearby cities (MoCo, NoVa, etc.)
Baltimore, Maryland
New York, New York
Columbus, Ohio
Nantucket, Massachusetts
Boston, Massachusetts 
Chicago, Illinois
New Orleans, Louisiana 
Las Vegas, Nevada
San Francisco, California 
Seattle, Washington

London, England
Paris, France (twice!)
Pisa, Italy
Rome, Italy
Athens, Greece

Sadly, I've been to plenty more cities and places than this, but either due to circumstance, stupidity or age, we didn't utilize the public transit systems in those places, walked, drove, or cabbed A LOT, or I just don't remember it. Here's to hoping that changes and I can teach my future children about the importance of it someday and cities continue to improve their transit so that tourists feel compelled to use it! 

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Addendum: I also am proud to say that I've now conquered public transit with a baby -- albeit, just the Washington, DC metro, but still, I feel like that's an accomplishment and definitely one to write home about!

Offense of the day

Hey there, ho there, faithful readers (hi mom!).

Since my last post, I had a baby. So, there's that. It happened about 2 1/2 weeks after my last entry to this blog, to be quite honest; my little one made their debut much earlier than anticipated and still weighed over 8 lbs. So, yeah -- way to be wrong in calculating due dates, doctors. Now I understand why I was so miserable those last few weeks in the DC heat. 

What I felt like during the last months of pregnancy.

Anywho, I returned to work last month and am back to the commuting. Overall, it's been OK. I know Metro is going through it again with large swaths of firings due to budget constraints. And Mr. Wiedefeld is definitely showing his exhaustion with this job. But overall, I haven't had too many issues that I can recall enough to complain about, but I'm also a new mother, so that might just be the lack of coffee in my system for not remembering.

This is not my child, but man, can I relate some days.

I also spent part of my first month back to commuting coming in from West Virginia on the MARC train. Well, kinda West Virginia. I stayed with my parents who live out there near the Harper's Ferry/Charles Town area, but I drove over to Brunswick, MD to catch the train for the few days I was staying there. There's ample parking at that station and more options for getting to DC each day. Even so, it led to much longer days than I wanted -- getting up at the same time as I would if I were home, to travel further and longer. Then I was arriving to work a bit later and getting home later in the evening. It was do-able, but I'm glad I don't do that everyday. It also was worth it so my parents could enjoy time with my little one and I didn't stress about him very much.

Love me some Atlanta housewives. And me at the end of my long WV commute.

So here we are today, and I've found my first offender since back on the commute. You all might know him as "The Leaner". You know, the guy who leans all over the poles of the Metro car, not giving you any spot to grab on when the train decides to herk and jerk its way to the next stop. 

Thanks, Patrick Stewart for contributing to this madness. 

(Note: I did not see Patrick Stewart this morning.)

So there I am, all 5 foot 3 inches of me, bundled up in winter gear, carrying two bags (one being a heavy-ish breast pump) and trying to strain my dominant arm up to the only available place to hold on to, about 2.5 feet above my head. And he's just straight chilling next to me, leaning up against the only pole I could realistically reach -- one of the handicap accessible areas by a door (which, of course, leads to less places for people to grab onto in general). 

How I felt rolling into Judiciary Square today.

Then as the train came into my station, since he is by the door, he proceeded to NOT step out of the train to let people exit. He just stood there. Still leaning. Still being oblivious to his rudeness. I hope my breast pump hit him on the way out. 

Happy Monday, y'all. It's good to be back!