A letter from May 11th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Hi, how are you? At this moment I am 20 years old, it's a week after my second semester of sophomore year wrapped up and I'm doing ok. It's hard to imagine what I'll want to hear in 5 years. I will have graduated college hopefully, with a degree in Art- Communication arts and art education. In 5 years I hope to be independent and living somewhere that makes me recklessly happy. But that's in 5 years. Where am I now? Right now I am a rising junior in art school, I have black hair(dyed) and funny glasses. I wear fun clothes and love the color yellow and I live with my best friend. My grades have never been better- a surprise to both me and my parents. My brothers are old, which makes me even older. My music taste is outrageous and I'm still a sucker for the following movies: The Witch, Howl's Moving Castle, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Macbeth (2015). Today marks another day in quarantine, it's funny, I was always obsessed with the movie contagion and now I'm living in it. In 5 years has the culture changed? Are we safer? More sanitary? How's the planet doing? It's times like now when I question if I made the right choice pursuing a career in art. I'm always wondering if there is something more useful I could be doing instead. Do you still feel that way? Today is a pretty insignificant day to write a letter to my future self, but I figured if I didn't do it now, it would never happen, I would absolutely forget. But today's insignificance will change when in five years I'll see that I wrote to myself and then I'll always remember today! Today I woke up late (12pm or something). I did some video work for my job (lead supervisor at Rec Sports for school, a job that I love). I lounged around on my phone for longer than I care to admit and read some comics. I ate dinner (veggie burgers) with my family after failing to register for a 5th class. My roommate- and best friend- delivered some of her family's leftovers. I watched Parasite again with my family. During quarantine, the days bleed together, but I finally have time to draw for myself and indulge in boredom. Here are some things I expect from you: If you drop out of art school I expect you do to one or more of the following: Become a park ranger, live in the mountains, become an architect, become an environmental activist, become an actress, become a hermit that writes about her travels. At 25 I expect you to: Be put together, be ****, be confident, be in love, be smart beyond belief, have an awesome pet or place to live (maybe both), know who you are. Some questions: Are you teaching at a high school? Have you done any writing? Make any comics? Do you love the people you're around? Are you happy? I don't really know what else to write, I'm sure as you- my future self- read this, you'll wish that I wrote something more meaningful or interesting, but for now this is it! Anyway, Happy Birthday. I hope 25 is a great year for us :)