A letter from June 21st, 2018

Time Travelled — almost 3 years

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, So, right now, I'm sitting in Josh and I's shared bedroom in his mom's house. I just finished my first reflection journal for the first 50 hours of my practicum at SVC. I concluded this reflection by saying that I don't want to work in campus life. So, I guess that's something. I'm broke as fuck, in so much debt I could cry, and I'm not in the best physical shape. But I also have a family I love, a wonderful man by my side, and friends that mean the world to me. So, life's not bad. Sometimes I think back to when I was like 13 or 14-- did I envision my life as it is now? I'm so fucking proud of myself for the things I've overcome-- I have a college degree, I'm halfway through grad school, and i finally have a reliable mode of transport. I think little teenage me would be pretty amazed at where I am now. So, who knows where I'll be in 3 years? Will I be close to an assistant director of residence life position? Will i even pursue residence life as my first job? There's still so much uncertainty in my life, but I'm not scared of it. So, in three years from now, I'll basically be old. Just kidding. But I'll be closer to thirty. Which is when I said I'd want kids. How will I feel in three years? Will I have a better idea of whether or not I actually want to have children? I think I chose thirty because by that time I should know what the hell I want in life, right? I'll be more stable financially I hope, and I'll be ready to decide if I want to have a child. Who knows. I'm only 22 right now, not yet 23. On another note, I realllllly don't care about any more of my birthdays. Maybe 25 because car insurance or whatever. I guess I'm a little scared of aging-- It means losing touch with youth, getting more wrinkles, and physical deterioration. But even when I get this letter I'll still be in my twenties so maybe I should stop being so morbid. Okay, I'm seriously getting annoyed by myself, so I'll wrap this letter up. I guess this will be a neat little surprise in my inbox three years from now. Maybe I can do this again after I receive this one. PS thanks Pantsuit Politics for telling me about this. Hopefully your podcast is still going strong in 3 years. Or, ideally, Beth and Sarah will be running the country in some capacity. FUCK Donald Trump. okaythanksbyeeeee

Epilogue

about 1 year later

It's kind of a weird feeling to read this as a 26-almost-27-year old. I've been through so many changes in almost five years that I view my 22-year old self...

Ïevna wno! + that vfie uoy olbagl cdeinpam a do os i ot eaysr guses as illw. .
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Itwh on hjos loochs i ighh lesir:po hesratetew my am rgloen. H,slcoo ltas ayer of end siothpailnre nigbe gartudae estb teh hhcwi dnede in my udocl hotb to i dediecd --dame i fo lfinyla up heva oru iescodin us fro. Otrhe ohterteg yilenricdb adn hgtri echa orf ypanphu we ewn'ter we tjsu erew. Rteeh ondgi i oeph tbu in elwl ehtanv' wno hes' nekosp ot sarye i mih. .
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Tme nad aws rgnmaea i atalulyc he a aws onw tinrne mrerdai ym to eroefb ifdrn;e atwarml an ii: etsb im' at sieorpl i hwne rasey tpra oosneem. Eth dangit trsfi emsdesga etcecndreon i dna ?mr"awlta htgin rmof mih pap slccias no wsa a "___ we. A wvos in neded igdwdne ttah aosl ahpser pu my. .
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Aerugdta of trsfi i job hosclo ma tou abuto fo my !)!(! hnifis to ryea 3. I fcta pay itlsl iiafntiscng hte arsei ahtt i'm itrgny htat rtycelne si edectcpa roheatn ocssepr a iinspoto ot. .
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Hte ouhghtt ngahipnpe pu not i ile;f idd ctfa ned tahnk eceinserd i at sodengso ni up tath wuldo den ahha ttha. .
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Ni elhl ,eyha wya nya no dsik tee'rhs gniahv 'im snoo oh tiem. A i heva neo!cm?oy if od in its' neo and dl,ihc deno htis. .
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Asw aerc i tpsa noe em so,al yrmoean itn:gh htgri thsbyidar obuta ym oautb 'otdn. How old buota the ot i lahf i meti nithk vaeh am. .
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Of em is litls tub fo to me autob ti gaign, sah tsih tpra ritgyn owrry nrateho ebmacer prta. Dmwsoi efli tgfearlu rof enpicreeex eeryv yad scome am i hwti dan icwhh aeg. Ogrneyu to earc isenlemmy as elss me hrteos itgsarnt wtah am sugtlrgde wnoam oetnci i atht fo nkhit hwti chhiw i oabtu i a. A ieatntp moer to rtncee iefl you go ti;b nda ns"reig het rea ubt agenihtc ngebi ot teesvn me loons"e i ta tsill lwil skuc lte eb fi peniatt tillte. .
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Htta htsleveems fo pstar ehop i in dare htsi acn reohst adn ees tish. Ifve ltysva cflduifti reew ritsf oepmdriv evi' i ahs ubt etetrl ncesi fiel as scenahg ladeo-r22-y omyslt omse a osmtla dna my eenmsmi gtwrho erowt a;ryes edcxnerepie ym in stime. Hteso mslato i eonn 'tis louwd maec otu it erut awy one ohw to wadnet ouhghtt lnpa alyp tuo my tcinsipdoer unnyf fo ielf (w)ehw! dna nad. .

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