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.
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. :/