A letter from June 21st, 2018

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...

Five ïvaen od guess so taht lwil dncpamie to + !onw blogal i you sa esyar a. .
.
Ewhttrease i piesl:or on ma hoocls ihhg ognelr ihtw sjoh my. Locdu ginbe wichh my arye haev cshol,o cinodsie dema-- of for derugata slat i pu i htob cedeidd ned irhloisetnap ot us deden fo ni eth linfyla estb uro. We ujst ofr irhgt ewre ew rhtoe nee'rwt papuyhn dan biceynrdli heergtto chea. Ereth hatnve' i sh'e mih ersya gdino i lwel pkosne pheo to ni but nwo. .
.
A tylaulca breefo tbse nehw dan 'im tem i;fredn na he was i:i rdraeim i my graamen ta to atrp itrnne swa areys oosnmee lraamwt sloprie i now. The a ofmr "wal?amrt pap lccissa eegsdmsa ctoecrednen asw on dna him gintda we nihgt i ___" tfirs. My dnede vosw a pu loas dgenwdi perahs that ni. .
.
Uot 3 to hsnfii i rtisf bjo uaargdet am raey obuat of !!(!) fo ym olcosh. Aresi yap niginifacts i rosspce m'i si ytleencr sltil tath tfac htat a eht tcapeedc gritny ipiontos tnraeoh to. .
.
That aniepnghp het knhta at nde ton pu i haah atcf guthhto essdgoon ahtt did e;fli nsicedere odwlu end ni i pu. .
.
Oh rte'esh ha,ey tiem 'im ni yaw osno nay dski aihgnv no lhel. Done a i meo!n?yoc in aevh i'st adn ihst hlicd, od noe fi. .
.
Oen i btuao onmraye gnh:it ym outab irthg tond' braydhits l,aos tsap erac me aws. Owh i emti to nhtik ahev i ma lod het lhfa oubat. .
.
Giang, me ti fo anhrteo litsl becmera artp em tub si rgtnyi prta isth oubta of rowyr ahs ot. Age yad smwiod for hhcwi eyevr ieerepencx flei ltuaergf hitw eomsc am i dan. Tagnrits hktin strohe am hitw aecr of cntoei em ot niemselmy a gnryoue tbaou i awht esls treslugdg ttah sa wnamo ihwch i i. Svntee eb a agceniht nittepa ge"irns are adn feil ot at me piaettn to t;bi rmeo hte scuk i ilstl nigeb btu crnete go lte ouy fi lliw teltli solnoe". .
.
Slehetmvse anc eadr atht hpoe htrose i nda iths ni iths ptras ese of. Stirf some 'vie i as ym vioredmp ewre --ao2rd2yel sotlym ortew ievf my hsa ednciexreep hcenags a gwroth btu esimt ficfldiut satyvl lfei dan eertlt in eyrsa; encis lmtoas msineem. S'it aylp wluod nneo yaw reut feli tuo my dna to ynufn i apln ptrsiocnied out ecma etsoh dna ohgtuth ntdaew moalts owh fo ti eon we)!hw(. .

This user has written an update to this letter.To see what they wrote, please

Press ← and → on your keyboard to move between letters

Write new comment

Load more comments