A letter from July 7th, 2020

(Ef ég vil gifti hún, þetta er tækifæri minn til þess.) Dear Me, Heya. It's been awhile- a whole 5 years as a matter of fact. That's kinda incredible when you think about it- I'm 18 now and I'll be 23 when I get this. Now that I got that out of the way- where do I even start? I guess to start, what's it like in 5 years? To get more specific- how's coronavirus being remembered? How has quantum processing come along? How is it reflecting on "those old highschool days"? How's being a college graduate feel? How's Evangelion 4.0 (3.0+1.0)? It just got delayed again here. How's Sol doing? Lastly, I hope you're keeping up with Icelandic- maybe even moved there? Though these are kind of missing the biggest question here- how's Moosh? Is she doing well? Is she still with you? Have you two moved in yet? Putting that aside it's kind of oddly bittersweet writing this. It's like a sort of odd backwards-reflection wondering how totally different everything could be in 5 years. Looking back 5 years from now it seems unreal where I am now-- I wonder if you'll feel the same. Now that I've said all this I wanna wish you the best of luck. The future will always hold the unknown and that can be scary- the unknown could be filled with bad events and misfortune. But- don't let that rule you. For every terrifying moment of fear, worry, and sadness that comes there's at least one moment of joy to balance it. There's a reason the lows feel low- they're just the gaps between highs. I hope you're still kicking it to read this. Right now I don't know where I'd be without Moosh in my life- she's given me a reason to live and kept me pushing for a good future for myself to make her proud and to be able to be there for her if anything happens. P.S: I trust she'll say yes, it's up to you how long you wanna wait but I'm sure now's a good time. Vertu sæll! Ég kann að þú munu hefur hjónaband gott!