A summer spent apart 5.19.16

One day I will not cry this summer, today was not that day. One day I will also not write a sad ass entry... blah blah blah. At least my sob story wasn’t over Nick!

I figured out the logistics for my daily commute into D.C. for the summer between a few dips in our pool. Too bad Washingtonian Magazine does not offer transit reimbursement or I would be all over that. Either way it’s back to the bus for me, which I will gladly take over Metro (don’t even get me started). I believe it only took me four hours to figure out how to take only buses into the capital and I really hope it is not only me that finds the website super confusing.

As you can see today was better regarding my LDR. I was too busy working on not paying $20 a day to get to work. I succeeded – if you had any doubts – partly due to my unyielding determination, and partly due to my incredibly patient father who finds my stress hilarious. And thank goodness because I was really stressed.

In addition to my working out my transit plans, I found out today through no fault of my own I would be unable to keep an appointment I am in desperate need of. Let’s just hope my internship allows one day a month for me to wallow in self pity and debilitating pain at the office if I do not get my appointment rebooked before June. Or, like my mother suggested, I ask for half a day off work one week to go to the doctors. I guess you can actually do that when you are working 40 hours a week at a “real” job.

Tonight was Fish Fry night in downtown Providenciales and even though I could not eat anything there not on the side item menu (thank you mac ‘n cheese and scalloped potatoes) it was a lovely time. There was a DJ, dancing, food, and vendors where I was able to buy myself a candle with shells inside from the islands and a pretty kickass three-year anniversary present for my love. And ice cream. With sprinkles.

Mama helped me a lot today. I think talking about Nicholas throughout the day was good for me to process not being with him. Today was much better in that regards, although I have not heard from him since Tuesday so that sucks mildly. Hopefully when his data comes back on he can talk to me more. Probably not because I know him and he is busy doing him, but a girl can dream!

Speaking of dreaming... It’s time for bed.