Don't Worry Darling
Zero Miss Flo references ahead
This might get cut off in your email so the demand this week is to open in your browser, spread the word about my Substack, and then tell me your worst case of writer’s block.
A week ago, I woke up in a different country with arms I’d come to love wrapped around me. The familiar and unfamiliar taking up space in the same moment, creating the perfect snapshot of a memory.
I was in a country that I love with a person I love even more and everything felt right.
Our flight back was perfect, we made sure to stay up for the majority of the time so that when back in our OG timezone our bodies wouldn’t be as shook. We took photos of each other, wrote in our journals, and talked about how excited we were to make that country our future home. The flight was nearly empty, rows of unpurchased seats started to fill with folks wanting to stretch out their bodies as soon as the seatbelt sign went off.
Then I started to have a moment. The closer we got to Chicago the more I remembered what was waiting for me there. A life I loved yes, but also one that is currently connected to scoops of uncertainty.