A letter from Dec 28, 2022

Dear FutureMe, I turned 20 today. Yesterday i was 6 years old. Not really, but it feels like it. Time has wings. How old are you now? 24? 25? you know i’m bad at math, and i don’t have a calculator on me right now. i’m sat in bed, listening to my family faffing around. i don’t want the day to start, because it only makes it real. i’m 20. i wish we could age backwards. maybe it’s not so bad. i can be childish forever. i have been mature enough my entire life so far. i hope you’re happier. i know i’m happier, but maybe you are even more so. maybe you have it all figured out. is archaeology and anthropology going well? i asked this question when i was 17, about filmmaking, and it made me laugh, because i’m reading it while studying archaeology. she had no idea, did she? i’m in the dark now, myself. about you. a stranger, but not really. Is Amy still around? i really do like her. Should i ask the same about Milly and Riley? i don’t think i will ever lose them, they are a part of me now. i hope they are still here. How about Buddy? he’s getting older, but he’s still so young in this world of ancient things. give him a kiss for me, if you can. my lovely little boy. How’s the family? How is your family, if you have one? i asked about a boyfriend in 2020, and that made me laugh too, because nothing had changed. Maybe love is in your life, or maybe it isn’t. So long as you’re happy I love you. however old you are. however clueless you feel. 20 year old me, 20 year old you