A letter from June 9th, 2019

Dear FutureMe, Wheew, writing these has me feelin all types of ways. Who knows where I'll be at this point reading this again. I'll be graduated from college though. WILD. Maybe I'll be in London, maybe I'll be in a different place in DC, who knows. I hope you don't feel lonely and you haven't settled. You've grown a lot, it's amazing. I know I've continued to do so. At this point I hope I've... *submitted writing to TWLOHA and gotten it published *had my poetry published somewhere or in the process *made more connections with people, maybe fallen in love *cooked and baked a lot more *wine and cheese gathering at my apartment *game night at my apartment *gotten dean's list, and a summa something and lots more! I'm currently writing this while drinking a huge mug of tea and listening to the rocketman soundtrack...which you're currently obsessed with and haven't really stopped playing. You live alone in your beautiful apartment you've worked hard to get and decorate. It's raining outside but you feel comfortable and cozy...on your way to being content again. You're not giving up.