When I first moved out west, the C-Line was the closest train to where I lived. I didn't realize how close the D-Line was.
Like a first relationship, I jumped on the first thing I saw. I put up with all the foibles of the C-Line, figuring that's the way things were. Even when things were bad, I kept at it, figuring that they would improve. Or maybe it was a fear of moving on.
The D-Line is the next relationship and is a little more permanent. It's the relationship you move onto after you realize that the first one went sour. Nothing is ever perfect, but I've learned my lesson from the first one. There are fewer stops between stops. No trains that kick me off because they are running express to somewhere that I'm not going. And I almost always get a seat.
Thanks for the learning experience, C-Line. Someday, I'll have fond memories of you.
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