Hey, you. Sara Grady. Call me. E-mail me. Are you coming to visit me? Are you coming home, ever? Are you alive and well? I miss you.
That is all.
End transmission.
I hope your last thought gets to be, "Holy Crap, That's Awesome."
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yo. am dying of sleep deprivation and emotional overload.
but in short: mom just called. she booked a ticket (while i was on the line to be safe) for sunday the 3rd and home again monday the 11th, which means i get back here the 12th.
i am coming! and i miss you! and there are no words for how much i am leaving unsaid and how much i can barely contain my joy (and tiniest amounts of horror that i am a neon white scottish dumpling going to the harsh cruel west coast city. ps - think we can fit in a visit to bridget?)
i adore you and cannot wait to feel you near me again.
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