life is more than 8-5

While I still miss California dearly, DC is beginning to feel like home. As I leave for work, I greet the man who works for our complex and picks up all the newspapers. Then I walk by the neighborhood homeless man who actually makes me smile because instead of having the typical jar for money or "Will work for Food" sign, he simply has a sign that says, "Single?" Classic. As I see him everyday now, I've realized he's rather a friendly guy... maybe a little too friendly. But I think it's funny, one of these days I plan on stopping and asking him why he has that sign... but first I gotta get up the courage.

As I wander to the Metro every morning at the same time, I have begun to get used to certain faces and enjoy watching everyone half asleep going to work. Elisjo (or something like that) says good morning and hands me the Express every day as I stumble down the Metro Esclator trying to balance my coffee and find my Metro card. The Washington Post gives away the Express newspaper every morning, it's a mini edition of the Post. Great little reading material for the Metro - if I stay awake. Greatest thing about commuting via Metro - sleeping! No traffic, no anger (well... some people find metroing angering, today someone yelled).... instead of driving, I simply enjoying music, sleep, reading and day dreaming. An excellent thing to do for two hours a day.