A letter from Jun 29, 2022

Dear myself, It’s been a month, more or less. I know you were stressed because you were decorating your new bedroom, and you were also feeling really bad. I hope that’s not happening anymore. It finished… That’s all. You’re free now. All these eight months, switching homes, sadness, carrying a lot of stress, feeling real bad and not having a moment for yourself, that’s over now… I hope you are enjoying things as you were enjoying them two years ago. Play those videogames you bought a lot of time ago and didn’t even have time to try them, meet Hugo and go spend some nice time together, learn new stuff, and use that telescope you probably bought. I’m telling you, from the past, that felt awful but it’s over. Relax… It’s 2019 again.