Dear Future Self,

 Dear Future Self, 

 

20 years is a long time. 

7,300 days to be exact. 

20 years from today (September 13, 2023) that makes me 40 years old. I know this is the last thing you want to hear but damn you’re old…

 

On this day at 3:34pm, you sit in your apartment three weeks into your junior year. As a freshman, you entered the University of Tampa as a Sport Management major. As a sophomore, you added a Communications, Media, and Culture major. Now Junior year, you’ve included a Public Relations minor with hopes of graduating early (honestly, for bragging rights). I wonder if you concur with that goal. 

 

It’s currently the beginning of fall; well fall in New Hampshire. It’s about 90 degrees every day here in Tampa. The 0.8-mile walk to campus every day is BRUTAL. I hope by now you’re living somewhere that actually has fall, with color-changing leaves, cool breezes, pumpkin patches, and apple cider donuts. If not then you need to move. I hope as well, you’re somewhere by the water.

 

There are exactly 50 days until you turn 21. The day you’ve been counting down until is less than two months away. 

 

You currently have some interesting obsessions, some seasonal some not. After your Criminal Minds obsessional phase, you’ve found the show NCIS. This show has become the background sound of your apartment and a part of your everyday routine. You’ve been craving an apple cider donut (really festive of you). You can’t stop listening to the Mama Mia soundtrack thanks to your mother. Sharks and stingrays have always been your favorites but your residence in Florida has made the obsession more extreme.

 

I hope you’re working within the world of sports. If it’s with the New England Patriots…you fulfilled that dream! If not, see if they’re hiring! How are the Patriots doing? I hope we’ve won a few more rings since then! I bet you have little ones at this time; Hadley, Beckham, and Rhett (solid names). 

 

I hope you’re as good of a cook as your mother, and if not…you better get those recipes. Do you decorate every holiday like she always did? Does she still? I also hope you haven’t started golfing. If you did, I’m not mad, Dad’s definitely thrilled. He and Chestnut better still be golfing. Oh boy, Chad’s 37. What’s he up to? Better be married with kids by now. Are he and Will still inseparable?

 

What else is new? Is your life still a movie?

 

Are you still a peanut butter girl? Vanilla over chocolate. Night owl. Are you still the queen of games? (this is a very important question) 

 

I hope all is well and you’re happy and healthy. 

 

Love you lots!

Your Younger Self 

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