I started my job in the District yesterday, which also means that I started commuting by Metro yesterday. So far the following things have happened in the course of my commute:
- Almost got hit by an SUV while crossing Columbia Pike
- Got on the 16G bus going in the wrong direction
- Saw a roach on the 41 bus
- Lots of stopping and starting on the Orange (kind of like stop-and-start traffic, except on a train)
I assume at some point I’ll get my sea legs and won’t get tossed around in the Metro quite as much – when I was in New York, I envied Erin Fae’s ability to just stand in the aisle and not move, whereas I fell all over the place. It was the same case this morning – with every stop and start, I had to adjust my stance to keep from crashing into the nice woman reading the paper in front of me. I wonder if this has to do with one’s center of gravity – or if perhaps this is some sort of innate thing that comes from years of train-riding. Hmm.