Future Sarah

posts mostly selfies
One more road trip photo, this one stolen from my sister-in-law. Maybe my favorite? Who knows? Life is confusing?
(idk my bff Kell?)

One more road trip photo, this one stolen from my sister-in-law. Maybe my favorite? Who knows? Life is confusing?

(idk my bff Kell?)

When I was six or seven, I really, really, really wanted a princess bed, so instead of buying a whole new bed (like I asked very nicely and repeatedly), my dad put curtains up.
Today, they came down because a guy is coming tomorrow to replace my windows, and I guess he has to have access to the windows or something. 
Bye bye, princess bed. Hello, bright, airy bedroom!

When I was six or seven, I really, really, really wanted a princess bed, so instead of buying a whole new bed (like I asked very nicely and repeatedly), my dad put curtains up.

Today, they came down because a guy is coming tomorrow to replace my windows, and I guess he has to have access to the windows or something. 

Bye bye, princess bed. Hello, bright, airy bedroom!

Look at this terrifying thing I found in my bedroom.

Look at this terrifying thing I found in my bedroom.

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6 November 2011

Laura and Kelly’s birthday party was yesterday. We’d been planning it for the last couple months, and, except for the cold, it went off without a hitch. KellyAnn even got to dance with a boy, and nobody drove home drunk, so the night was a success.

Even so, Selfish Sarah was feeling down by the end of the night because I had built up unreasonable, fairy tale expectations as well. I mean, none of my expectations were concrete. It was just that I was going to be dressed up, and there were going to be guys I hadn’t met, so naturally….

Anyway, the point is that I was feeling a little birthday envy and lonely, and then, Beth took me with her out to her car so that she could change her shoes and she presented me with a little stuffed owl and an airmail envelope addressed to “Sarah Simpson, The Pavement Outside Beth’s Car, Cabernet Drive, San Diego, CA.”

Inside was what may be the best letter I’ve ever received. I didn’t read it until I got home, and then, it brought tears to my eyes.

Beth is one of those friends I don’t talk to nearly enough, but whom I am so, so overly-blessed to call my friend. Her words are like little nuggets of glowing, joy-filled gold. She is so eloquent, and she, as a writer, knows just what I need to hear.

Seriously, I am so lucky. It’s not fair how lucky I am.

This also happened.

This also happened.

This trip was actually all about the food. We drove from one great meal to the next. Too much good stuff!!

Harris Beach, Oregon