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Dear FutureMe,
It's the Sunday before the start of my senior year of college. Class doesn't technically start until Thursday, but today seemed like the best day to write this. This should be delivered on your (my?) graduation day, assuming I get the date right.
So, let me start off with congrats! You made it through college. Not sure that's much of a celebration right now because I hate my major and the only thing that's keeping me going is the fact that I'm so close to finishing that I can't stop now. But hey, you're done, maybe you can make something of yourself. Maybe you'll have an idea of where you're going or what you're doing. I really hope you do, because at the moment it feels like I'm drowning. Whatever, we can figure it out eventually.
Right now I'm sitting in my first apartment (and the power just went out for like a minute? weird) killing some time before I go to IKEA with Alysa, who just got here yesterday. Last week I buzzed my head for the first time and dyed it pink, and I just figured out that I actually have a birthmark on my head, which is fascinating, I think. I also just started working at Trinity, which maybe you'll still be doing! So far I like it there, and I'm hoping the newness doesn't wear off and it becomes awful.
I'm not sure what to expect with this upcoming year, since it'll be the first time back post-covid (actually more like mid-covid, cause it's far from over). I hope you don't have to go back online, but I totally expect it because of the idiots who refuse to get vaccinated and the variants that seem to keep popping up. I hope your 21st birthday is fun and not everything gets taken away from you in the next year. I hope you get to go visit Bella/Sunn up in Washington (I forgot to ask for those days off..... whoops. I hope you finally get on some meds after all of these years of wanting to be on them. I hope this year is good to you, because God knows we need it.
Now I have to get ready to go to IKEA. My room's a mess and I haven't eaten breakfast.
I hope everything works out for us,
Emily
Epilogue
about 22 hours laterTo PastMe,
Can’t believe what 8 months can change. A whole lot has happened since September, I don’t know where to begin.
For starters, you did graduate college, and...
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