A letter from Nov 18, 2024

Oh my darling. It’s 12:32am, technically Monday 18th November 2024. I recently filled out an LOA form for school. I never heard back about it, but I stopped going to classes and don’t plan to register for spring. Donald Trump has just won the 2024 election. I adopted my sweet baby Waddles in September. My check just came in the mail; her training will begin soon. I may or may not audition for WNC’s production of The Sound of Music. Xander and I are going to Disneyland for our 3rd anniversary in March. I think he’s going to propose. (Did he?) We’ve decided to collectively quit weed, at least for a while. We each took 5 edibles. I just got out of the shower. He’s asleep on top of Waddles next to me. I have so many hopes and dreams and I feel completely dashed of effort. I hope you continue to sing. To draw. To learn French and ASL. To dance. To create. I hope you found your story. I hope your voice found your pen. I hope your pages found readers, and fortune finds your finances. I hope we’re one step closer to the family we’ve always dreamed of. I hope you continue to learn and grow and love. I hope Dad is okay. I hope you get to travel all sorts of places. That you have an airline credit card and save up money and miles to adventure to every continent. I hope you’re healthy. I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re loved. I hope. I hope I hope I hope. Please do take care, Me <3