Hi, future self.
It’s the 22nd of June, year 2018. It’s the last year of university, the first semester. I just submitted my proposed research paper for the call of proposals. Since you’re from the future, you obviously know whether I get in or not. I hope I get in. Not because of the glory of representing the region, but to be really honest, it’d be nice not to worry about spending a single penny over my thesis. It hasn’t even formally started yet and I’m broke.
I bought Steven a new collar today. I think he kinda likes it. He hasn’t shown any signs of protest and it’s been a solid two hours. I consider that today’s new victory. Sometimes I worry he hates me. But then I’ll take a shower and when I get out, I notice he’s been standing beside the doorway the entire time waiting for me. I can feel he’s a little miserable, though. I think anyone living here would be.
I’m a little sad today. I’m a little angry too. I’m writing because I don’t have the time to feel like this. I need to be as focused as I was this week. I’m doing this for you. I’m doing this so when you read this someday, you’ll be in a place where I want you to be. Frankly, just away from here. Ideally, in that little apartment in that big city, studying in that med school you’d lose an arm to get in to, coming home to your little brother and Steven, and holding her hand throughout the day.
We’ll get there. If you’re already there, I am happy. I know you are too. What’s that like?
I can’t wait to know.