A letter from Mar 25, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hello, 20-year-old Sarah! This is 19-year-old you, freshly reading the 2024 letter, and I currently feel overwhelmed with warmth from all the love I got from the letter. So, I guess the baton is passed to 2025 me to make you feel the same way. I am writing this in the seat of the National Museum Park, at the edge of the lake. The sun sometimes shines on me, and it feels like a hug of light. It also shines on the lake’s surface, appearing like a mosaic of green and blue hues while dragonflies run across the water. I might be making lengthy descriptions, but these exact things are the little moments that are giving me happiness. I hope you have those things present for you right now. I want you to feel loved by the sun (the actual sun) and sheltered by the trees. Remember that I love you. Right now, I have gone through small milestones in my life—they may not seem significant, but they are definitely me. Updates: I low-key abandoned debate. I’m neither proficient nor active, but when I report, Prime Minister Sarah definitely comes out. Instead of debate, I chose to be present in CSU’s Emergency Response Team, although there are barely any duties available for me. But I am currently the evacuation leader of my college, and I got offered a position as undersecretary! Can you believe that? I am seen as competent! I absolutely adore my block; they are kind, loving, and I have fun with them. I have new people in my life too, like Nami and Drea. Nami has been in my life for a year, but she’s so deeply ingrained in my daily habits that I get surprised by her presence in the little things—like the book I was reading today! I do have my struggles, though, especially with my deen. Like right now, your girl is not really fasting… I wish you worked on that. My birthday was really fun too—I spent it with friends. Anyway, how about you? What’s going on with you? Pass the stories to 2027 me, will you? You know, even when there’s no one else, you make me feel loved, and inversely, I deeply care about you. Please take care of yourself. I know you get lonely during the holidays, but I want you to take park dates with yourself and get out of the bubble you call your house. You have this one life, Sarah. Work on it. Live it. Make it your *****! Currently, we have many goals, but I don’t care about them as much as I care about your happiness and mental health. But I know you’ll do your best within your limits—I know, and I want to see you in your white uniform, walking around and serving ****. I want to see you on that stage with a fork pin on your blouse! I want to see you get out and make memories at events! I want to see people appreciate you. Anyway, I feel like my letter is not making any sense lmao, BUT IT’S MY REAL FEELINGS. I’ll keep writing to you when my schedule isn’t full of the coming midterms—maybe I’ll be clearer then. I love you! Can’t wait to be you. Take care of yourself! Love, 2025 Sarah