on the metro?

you can find me at: @K_AnnM | Insta | LinkedIn

Well, snakes were not exactly on my metro but they were apart of the podcast that I was so intently listening to. Last Friday it seemed like anyother. I was running a head of time, and things were going smoothly until I turned my podcast on. Let me preface this by telling you lately, Matt and I have been getting really into the show River Monsters with Jeremy Wade and by “really” into it that’s exactly what I mean. There is not a night that goes by where River Monsters is not on our Netflix cue. It’s an incredible show.

Back to my Friday morning commute. There I sit on the train and I turn on The Moth podcast to get me through my morning commute and luckily it’s a radio hour which is featuring “a squeamish writer is sent on an assignment to locate enormous poisonous snakes; a hippie kid seeks the approval of his conservative father; and two child refugees from Afghanistan arrive in America without their parents.” All hell breaks loose as soon as I turn on the podcast. I sit on the train listening intently and the next thing I know, I look up and I am TWO stops past my transfer location. All I could think of was “wait, this is not right”. After I got back on track to get to the office, I turned my podcast back on and finished listening to the stories.

This is a pointless funny story for me to share with you. It just goes to show that all parts of your life truly are interconnected. That, and well the fact that you should really be paying attention to what’s going on throughout your morning commute.

a short story


you can find me at: @K_AnnM | Insta | LinkedIn

All the kids turned and pointed at poor Finley. Finley was always friendly and free-hearted. It was just a mistake. “Why were they laughing,” he would ask himself. Finley always knew he was different, but never truly understood why until he clumsily fumbled onto the metro platform, with much embarrassment. Finley picked up his bag and carried on his merry way, but this time he clutchimagesed onto his tail ensuring it was close to his body. Above all he never wanted to be dragon-ing his heart around. He never meant to hit anyone with his cumbersome tail.

Waiting for the train to arrive Finley daydreamed, much liked he did when he was growing up.  Finley always knew he was different, but he didn’t understand why people pointed and poked fun at him and his heart-tipped tail. As daydreaming was Finley’s escape from his heart-tipped tail, he fell into a dazzling daydream.

The daydream emerged and Finley dreamt of his differences being something that brought people together, rather than bring them apart–like they did in real life. Finley dreamed of his heart-tipped trail being magic! Sure, he was different but different doesn’t have to be bad. Much like Cupid who helps people fall in love, in this dream, Finley did, too! His tail was the culprit of making people fall in love. With one wack of his monstrous tail, strangers became friends, and friends became lovers. It didn’t matter who Finley tapped with this tail, everyone would fall in love. Finley dreamed of much love being in the world.

As a train conductor zoomed by with the air horn blasting, Finley popped out of his dream, but little did he know his dream was becoming a reality. Finley searched around to find when the next train would be coming to the National Airport Metro Platform, but all he could see were smiles and beaming hearts. It seems that dreams do come true.

Thanks to Finley, believing in his differences and his heart-tipped tail there is a clumsy cupid out there on the loose and who knows when he will strike again.

public transportation

the woes of washington metro area transit

you can find me at: @K_AnnM | Insta | LinkedIn

A little over a year and a half ago I moved to Washington, DC. When I made the move to the east coast, I told my parents it was unnecessary for me to being my car. (Sidebar, my car never would have made the 1,000 mile drive to DC either).

Every time I lived in DC before making the permanent move I interned in the summers. I never experienced a DC winter. I never experienced a fall or spring in DC.

I couldn’t wrap my head around the concept of having a vehicle in a big city. Why would that be a necessity? Since being car free, I don’t have to worry about insurance, filling up a gas tank (mind you I drive an SUV and was always getting screwed out of $60 from a paycheck). Not having a car was going to be a good thing.

Now being in the city for almost two years, I’d love to have my car out here. This city is too small to stay here every weekend. I want to have the option to jump in my car, roll the windows down and belt out the lyrics to my favorite song. I want to have the option to drive to work (which I never would). I want to have the option to drive to the grocery store rather than going twice a week because I can only get as much as I can carry with me.

As the pros outweigh the cons of not having a car here, I continue to not have a car. It’s a challenge. Sure it’s hard at time, but I also think it makes things interesting. I know the bus system like the back of my hand, along with the metro. It’s fun to try new routes to get to a friend’s house or even to work.

Being car free hasn’t only done good for the environment, it’s also helped me to truly explore every inch of this city. If you plan on moving to DC or a big metropolitan city, I would suggest not bringing your car at first.

Give into try, maybe it’s for you…or maybe it’s not.