Sunshine on the Go

I'm a marathoner and recent law school grad. You can generally find me running, taking pictures of my food, or watching Food Network.

“If you don’t like where you are, move on. You are not a tree.”

—   Unknown   (via intheflowersss)

(Source: mainwriterbadnam, via sunkissedjayne)

I think I may have just gotten a temporary job at the public defender’s office. Keep your fingers crossed.

Door to door time= 14 hours. 

I’m keeping my feet on the ground for a few days. 

In other news, I made an OkCupid profile this weekend. I don’t actually intend to date. For one, I can’t because I’m at my parents’ house. And for two, I’m not ready at all. However, so far it’s been a good exercise in remembering that there are more fish in the sea. 

Goodbye, Ohio. I’m exhausted beyond belief and haven’t had more than 5 hours of sleep for 3 nights in a row. I’m so glad I could be with my friend, though. I helped set up the funeral ceremony (flowers etc) and get supplies. I didn’t always know what to say but I hope that my presence was supportive and comforting. It was good for me, too, to feel needed.

Luckily I don’t think I look nearly as bad as I feel. Jet lag is hitting hard. Now, off to drive across the great state of OH. BFF here I come!
As of Sunday: over the past 6 weeks I will have flown 16,000 miles, on 4 airlines, been in 6 airports and 2 continents, stayed in 7 hotels, and spent at least 50 hours up in the air. 

Holy.cow. And I’m flying to San Francisco next week for 2 days for job and networking business. 

After next Friday, I’m keeping my feet on the ground for a whole.
Dinosaur by moonlight. I’m almost to Ohio!
I just took a discreet airport selfie in bad lighting and without smiling so no one would notice and it’s the worst photo I’ve ever seen of myself. I can’t post it here, so this is what you get. 

In other news- I think the stress of the past 4(?) months is really taking a on my body and skin. Finals to bar studying to interviews to breakup to traveling/travel food to friends mom’s funeral— I’m exhausted. On a really deep level. And, my god, my skin. 

Give me your best suggestions: I need skin brightening and de-stress products for sensitive skin! 

Holy cow. Maybe I’ll do a mask when I get back from this trip. I’ve been trying to eat healthy and drink a lot of water but it’s apparently not enough. I should probably get better sleep too. Dang stress.

“He is not the sun. You are.”

—   Christina Yang  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: lach-er, via dxeee)

Funerals and Going Backwards (again)

Prices on flights dropped by a couple hundred dollars so I called my friend and she was so excited. It’s still too expensive but I booked it anyway. My parents are fronting and she said that she can pay me back for some of it. Makes me feel so ineffective that i can’t even buy a flight. At least I’m going. I’m glad I’m going. I think I should be there. 

While I was booking my flight I had to dig through one of my boxes to find my TSA Precheck number and I found the card that T gave me for my birthday just a week before he broke up with me. I shouldn’t have read it but I did and now I’m sad again. I was doing so, so well. The funeral stuff has been distracting and I was going to come on here and write about how great I’m doing. But then I read it and it says that he loves me and thinks that 27 is going to be the best year. Ugh. Why. And then people ask how I was so blindsided. Wouldn’t you be? I hate this. I really, really hate this. I want my life back and want him back and want that feeling back that someone loves me. :/