A letter from June 29th, 2025

Dear FutureMe, hey, today is one day before you move out of your house and it's scary, terrifying actually because you have no idea where you'll go. so i guess the question then is, where did you go? are you ok? have you figured any of it out? honestly i'm just stressing myself out asking all this but i feel like i need to know even though writing this won't answer those questions for me. only life will. but hopefully in a years time when you read and finally remember you sent this, you'll be able to 'write back' and at least pretend to tell me the answers, pretend to ease my worries. i don't know where we're going, or what we're gonna do, or even how or if we'll make it out to the next chapter, but hopefully you're reading this and alls well. -past you.