A letter from January 1st, 2017

Dear FutureMe, Another year down, elder version of myself. I'm really starting to like this tradition every new year's eve. I just read the letter from last year (two years for you), and I can definitely say this one is coming from a much more optimistic man. These letters have never been all that political but I do want to know about Mr. Trump's first year in office. I trust that the major switch has gone swimmingly, and you are studying well. I am curious about 2017's weightlifting progress; for reference, you benched triple digits for the first time earlier today. At this time last year you were also interested in taking a vacation to Iceland, so if you did go, how was it? Each year I pretend to not care whether or not I get a girlfriend in the letter but goddamnit I really think this is the year, so did we have any success this time around? If not, at least you can legally drink (and smoke!) the romantic ineptitude away in four days.