We are Red Line Riders

As residents of the D.C. metro area, the Metro holds a special place in our lives. Which is why I'm finally ready to unveil the latest version of the Weaver Home Metro Map!

(Click to expand) As opposed to the Metro map of our first apartment, I decided to do this one all in Photoshop to make it look more legit. My plan is to get it printed and framed for the living room :o)

BONUS: Early in our relationship, Kevin and I inadvertently started a haiku contest when I posted a random haiku while riding the Metro late one night. Here was the result:

• Train out of service/ Don't attempt to board this train/ Train out of service
• The Red Line is bust/ We're sharing a single track/ Wait wait wait wait wait
• Winter Metro rides/ Are sometimes a cold affair/ When the doors don't close
• Ugh, just missed the train/ Aww come on, 18 minutes?/ Sort of have to pee
• There's a greasy mark/ Smudged onto the train window/ Where you fell asleep
• Empty cement bench/ Think I will rest a moment/ I just sat in what?
• Closed eyes a second/ Woke at the end of the line/ Have to call a cab
• Cellphones only work/ In certain Metro stations/ Can you hear me now?
• Whew, red and blue seats/ The Yellow are stained and torn/ And they were once white
• Too many people/ Trying to cram themselves in/ I'm stuck in the door
• Know I shouldn't stare/ Just can't believe what I see/ You think they notice?

Riding the Metro is always an adventure! My 8th grade english teach would be proud :o)

Week 9: Connecting

This picture is what our apartment would look like if it was a Metro map which has nothing to do with this blog post for class about Facebook.

I remember the first time I ever saw Facebook. Ironically, I was at work, which at that time was an internship in the summer of 2004. My co-intern/office mate said, "are you on Facebook?" and little did I know that I was joining the biggest time sink EVER. There were a whopping five people from my high school that were on Facebook and we immediately friended each other for lack of other options.

Week after week, more friends arrived from high school and college. Whether we were BFFs, frenemies or acquaintances, we became online stalkers together.

Over the years, while others have culled their friends lists, I've just coasted along occasionally deleting that person I met once at a party, or had one class with, or can't even remember where I met. (That is unless I think the contact could come in handy down the road, like this one kid I met at a party who oddly works as an engineer for Facebook now... is that weird?)

But what I find most fascinating is seeing how people have changed. Like watching television, I've seen people get married, have kids, start jobs, quit jobs, move to Europe, South America and Asia, fall apart, pull themselves together... the drama is intoxicating. They are not the 18-years-olds that they were and neither am I. It reminds me how far I've come and keeps me connected and grounded to the journey I've been on.

Part of that journey is sharing with them my thoughts and drawings on this blog. I share almost every post through Facebook and hope that the people who I have lost touch with can still feel connected to me. Even if it's just by looking at a Metro map of my apartment.