A letter from Jan 14, 2025

Dear FutureMe, These letters tend to be a punch straight to the chest. I did not pass the interview, and of course, 7/10 happened soon after my last FutureMe mail. Still in Levinsky College. It's a rubbish, ridiculous deck warmer ******** unemployment job, but it's at least convenient, pays more than I deserve, and so far this year I've made, with tutoring and a bit of luck, over 330K in a year. Which is not a lot, but it's more than decent. "More than decent" is something. Kept up with volleyball, and I'm better at it, and the game is better this way. Eventually passed the motorcycle test in the high single digits. Took me 5 months to get up the courage to buy a motorcycle. It was exciting, and now riding on a bike has made my life just better, with much more free time and no buses. God, I'm so happy I don't have to deal with buses. I even went to an advanced riding course. I'm 31, and I fear staying on the same course and not making a big enough change. I feel fear and desperation. Why am I desperate? I need to find an apartment for investment, and I need to do it—and I don't. Right now, in the middle of a weed-carried nirvana, I'm considering pursuing becoming a rock climbing instructor or a dog trainer, anxious about leaving the country. Hope this letter finds me well.