A letter from June 21st, 2025

Dear Future Miracle, I'm putting this down so I don't forget. 
I don't have to stay till we pay off his dad. But we'd have paid off all the loans first. We'd have been saving to pay off his dad before I find my own place. 
I want to make decisions, not from a place of lack and dependence, not from a place of financial instability, but from a place where I'm full, where my fridge is fully stocked, where I'm free to move about on my own accord, where I'm taking care of myself by myself, where I see a bag I like on a vendor's status and can buy it if I so wish. 
I want to choose when I've chosen myself. I want to give from my abundance. I want to choose because I want to, not because he can help me financially. 
So, by this time next year, I'd have my own place, maybe in Lagos, Owerri, Port Harcourt, Enugu or wherever I please. My room would be decorated however I deem fit. My house would be to my taste. Life would have been so better. I may or may not have chosen. But I sure as hell would have chosen me and my happiness. 
By this time next year, I'd have been attending a church, a community where I'd be loved and where love lives. 
By this time next year, I'd have been a part of a growth community, intellectual, fun, spiritual or otherwise. I'd have had friends whom I love and who are on the same growth path as I am. 
By this time next year, I'd be happy.