A letter from August 25th, 2023

Dear FutureMe, I leave for college tomorrow. It’s my last day here, in my room, the only place I’ve ever known. These walls that surround me hold the millions of memories I’ve created. Songs, and laughter, and dreams. They peel in stacks of paint. Greens, and pinks, and blues. All the colours that made this room mine. The shelves, once holding an imaginary world of toys, now remind me of the hundreds of books I’ve read. They’ve turned from words to memories, possibilities to realities. And the mirrors that hang on the walls, are just a reminder of all I’ve grown; all I will. Is it wise to leave now? In the middle of it? Or am I pushing a growth spurt? Why is it so hard to accept time? I can’t help but picture myself, years from now, reminiscing. I know that adventure awaits me. It thrills me. It scares me. If only my mirrors could show me the future. I leave for college tomorrow, but I guess in a way, a part of me remains here, in these four walls.