A letter from May 16, 2025

Dear FutureMe, I hope all is well in this new spring in New York. Writing this from my bed in London. Getting excited about moving. It all feels surreal. Even mentioning I would be in New York in a year feels unreal. I’m convinced it won’t happen, that I don’t deserve this. Right now life is chill. I’m preparing for handover at work, dating life is close to nothing but it’s okay. I have my friends here. Jake’s currently in Barcelona and Carla and I are going out tomorrow. Going to paris next weekend for Clara’s birthday. God I love paris. I’m happy I think. I just want to leave the UK. I’m excited to study again, do impactful stuff, change the world for the better. I hope you’re doing good in class! In two years is graduation and you’ll halfway through your masters. I hope you stimulate your body and brain every day in ways that bring you joy. I hope you have found love. Not necessarily through a romantic partnership even though that would be nice but through friends, through the little things that make life beautiful. I hope you reach new and unexpected levels of happiness. I hope the glimmer of hope you’re feeling today is still there. I hope New York is still standing tall and fighting against the facist pig. I hope you’re building a beautiful wardrobe. That you make Mont Blanc coffees on the weekends to remind yourself of Australia. Or maybe that you’ve been back already. I hope you have a beautiful beautiful apartment. That you’ve found joy in hunting for pretty vintage furniture and that building YOUR space one inch at a time has felt as exciting as I always dreamed it would be. Since you got this email, it’s sunny I think, go on a walk in Central Park, get a delicious coffee from Devocion or whatever new hype coffee shop you like, write your thoughts out and write yourself a letter for May 2026. We’re getting old in such a good way. Joy is from within. I hope you have beautiful new tattoos and your hair is fun. I love you. Take care. Chloe