A letter from Sep 19th, 2021

Time Travelled — 9 months

Peaceful right?

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 later

To 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...

Ti’s tewstebtrie. Yoru smfha’ita nailmkfmgi, oyu uoy iospans to ofr but uoy thta atuylalc a!rey mlfi tihinw euy’ro idzrleae fo you rnsoei lei no hfal pcmau,s lkei asol leik rouy ot elrna ojamr gte sahtkn eb yeohrt, e’ntdso sms’a od wehn pleh yruo ihchw dan. A eswdoh vcianeuhebla ahwt ncrengidsio tltloay lkei atth you msa otn u’orey oepepl s’ti nthgi h,losoc hou,eng rgda matrs ilke rhci ebeasuc ’sti dan cyzra orf clatlyau. .
Ahs a eovm to oignsawnth het ouy si hs,ntom mnea dah ot 7 ot to sma htta ebesauc ouy senomoe leiv lblea nhte levea tlo eomc thwi ihm, ouy ltas ot and dieecdd orve to. I atht btu mhi luylo’ gaain, ees wonk leyfpoulh not do. .
Tlsli har,i elgnor no pikn i utb ’ist avhe uzzbed thros. Lehl as sa ouy kloo nda ceom naronb-iyn otu yag wno,. Ekta duoter nfu ot i itetll uessg. .
I,tnyrit dcaer epeolp uoy ffo the tshity etmh nad and wesnsne erew het and tuoba eerth dah did yuo tobau rof m,ganaer uoy a btu oyu aewr efeuftdrsnda cdare as. A i ssmi ag,o weke nda otguh)h hmte on(t jbo alst teh yad ym aws abtuo laedray. Ngswtoinah tllsi a pu in rfo lioonkg boj. Ahrd rdag si life stop. .
Uoyr yhabdrit ts12 scsku. Aactul out mom utb unedir for okot ,krsnid eht uoy yda ,fnu ilencoabtre swa yb swa sam the. Sesh’ h,er of erehti geittng ro i’m gingtte sowre nto ntatroel sels rues hwhci ’mi. .
Tuo ’im i us, ’lli etl fro tbu ewhn tou ont konw reus gsihtn dnfi erowdk you etlneyir fi. .
<3 me.

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