#withau

Endlich mal eine Laufrunde im Schnee vor der Haustür. Das sollte es öfter geben. #Laufen #Running #Winterrun #Trailrunning #Stuttgart #Stammheim #Withau (hier: Stammheim, Baden-Wurttemberg, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bsgik61ARlI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dgd2kzovatr7

Started my internship today. It was weird putting on just pressed pants with heels and tucking my shirt in just to get onto a freeway that used to take me to that salon I used to hate/love working at. I walked into an orange county corporate world that reminded me of charities and professionals I used to encounter at the non profit that my mom was recently fired from. Orange county surrounds me on the walls and old magazine issues strewn about the office and everyone is business casual in that way that always used to intrigue me. I drove 500 miles to go to finish my education 500 miles away from orange county and now I sit at a desk writing articles about the up and coming events in orange county, the highest quality cars and tires, and I meet the founder of charm media the man who started OC metro and OC family -- the magazines I'm writing for. And he's nice, his name is Steve, and his daughters middle name is carli. Carli with an I, I tell him mine name is just with a Y. He's says it's not "just" a Y. I correct myself. I cut myself apples for a middY snack and when I finally get to eat them they have browned from neglect. I eat them anyway and I remember cutting them this morning on my red and white cutting board in that narrow, tan, and bland kitchen that is outside my large yet cramped dorm room. I remember cutting them with my dull red knife, except I wasn't in that kitchen this morning. I can't remember what my mothers knife looked like or what the cutting board where I actually cut those apples on this morning, looked like. I dreamt all night that when moving out of my dorm room, my things kept accumulating and I couldn't get out. Every time I went to the car to drop something off, I would come back to an even more cluttered room than I had prior encountered. I wake up missing that cluttered room but I don't have time to mourn for I have to start getting ready for my first day back in real orange county, my first day in real corporate orange county. and what's funny is that I'm in no way complaining about this corporate world because people are business casual and it intrigues me. A man in a cubicle behind me played minus the bear from his commuter and that was my favorite part of the day. I'm not placed in a cubicle myself but rather at an open ended desk with a computer, that was my other favorite part of the day. And as I wrote about mazda's new MX-5 miata and how it reached the 10 best list on kbb.com I fond myself falling in love with orange county for one of the first times in my life. I find myself letting go of every stubborn liberal bone that held me back from this love and I feel myself falling into something that always surrounded me but that I never noticed before. so I write about Nitto Tire's new Motivo tire and how it's all-season tire can withstand most hazardous weather conditions I look down at my thighs and fall deeply in love with my newly pressed pants, heels, and tucked in shirt.