Y’all, I love you, but please stop.
Every squad on the field just learned that we’re being brought home. Most of us have put years into this. We’ve worked, we’ve saved, we’ve prayed, we’ve sacrificed. And now this things we’ve dreamed of is crashing down around us.
We‘re heartbroken. We’re grieving. Please be patient with us, but please stop congratulating us.
We know you’re happy and excited, but we’re not.
We knew the day would come where we would have to come home, but this was unexpected.
Please be patient with us. Please tell us you’re sorry, not that you’re happy. We know you’re happy. Everyone but us is happy.
And also, we know you want information on us coming home/flights/border closings/quarantines.
WE KNOW NOTHING.
We have no idea what entering the states will look like, so please don’t ask us. When we get information, you’ll be informed.
love y’all, but please be patient.
Brandi
