A letter from Apr 28th, 2022

Hello from the past! You are now the age Ellen was when you first met her. I hope you feel as grown up as she did then. Me? I just quit my job at AMC. All that nonsense that went down at the Montford Rooftop Bar really screwed up my life, but I don't regret it. I hope I can work in a bookshop (Malaprops?) or find the strength to become a teacher by your time. I've gotten rid of the last of things that remind me of Kat today. Mainly my father's tarot cards and the book version of Fleabag. I hope she'll live a nice life without me. I hope this is the first time you've thought of her in a while. I feel like dodie, talking to my future self. This is five years, more or less. Just like she does. I hope she's put out some kick-*** music. I wonder if she's still your favorite. Hopefully you've given F-List up. And White Claws. And Rolechat. And fast food. Who am I kidding, that last one is a pipe dream. I hope you still write letters with Amy and Syd and Sarah. I hope you still collect calendars on your wall. I don't feel grown up yet. I still feel like a kid pretending to be an adult. I hope by 31 (such an uneven number), you feel more grown up than you do now. I hope your globe collection is more impressive than mine as well. Be good to yourself. This kind of time is scary, but much like me sending the joke from the Office to the day Socks died (or Oct. 21st, 2015, of course), you can never know what's going to happen until it happens. So good luck, today. Especially if you need it. PS; check page 260 of your copy of Carl Sagan's Cosmos for me.