Que Sera Sera

They don’t love you like I love you

Things are so much better than they were a few months back, and I’m happy and really love living here, but sometimes I wish I had a portal so I could go back to Tulsa for important things, like Kate having her baby yesterday, or Erin getting a shipment of Seventeen magazines from 1991, or Julie removing a cyst from Jon’s finger over cocktails, or when Tony calls me drunk at one in the morning and shouts every inside joke we’ve ever shared in the eighteen years we’ve known each other and I just laugh until I can’t breathe and he yells, “You’re laughing! That’s a great SOUND, Sarah BROWN!” over and over until he runs into a bookcase and drops the phone and Emily takes over.

In other news, I’ve listened to “Maps” on repeat for about 900 times now. Someone should stage an intervention.

In other other news, I am so good at keeping secrets that someone should give me a medal, or at the very least, a certificate of some kind.

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