A letter from June 28th, 2015

Dear FutureMe,

Today I put in my two weeks for Toledo telephone. I always hated washing trucks, but I had done it for four years, it was part of growing up. When I put my letter in the slot for my papers I cried. I thought I would be happy to quit, but it's just another reminder that I can't get this back.

Then I was driving home and I passed Grant in town and we waved to each other, and I thought about that for a second. When I go to college I might see a familiar vehicle, but it won't be anyone I know. I cried a little then too. I'm gonna go up there to Seattle and everything I did here for the last nine or ten years is just gonna fade away. I left that high school, and sure someone might have missed me that week when all the seniors spots were empty at the lunch tables, but next year those spots will be filled. And we will be forgotten. I'm gonna drive up there and I could drive for hours but I'm not going to see one familiar face. Yeah I think it's safe to say I'm scared. Everything I've know since I was a baby is basically gone. I'm moving out, I'm moving away, I'm moving on. And I don't like it. I don't think I'm ready for this but I'm doing it anyway. And as much as in scared, I'm also excited because even though I might be leaving this chapter of my life behind, I'm not leaving it forever. And my next chapter is going to be fun and exciting. So my plan is to send this and forget about it and see where I am Ina year. Hopefully doing well in college and having a great volleyball season, and if not we'll I guess that's where life took me, I'll just have to deal with it as it comes.

When I get this, I hope I write another letter to myself, so I don't forget where I came from. Because if I forget that I forget myself and then I will really be lost.

So here's to the memories, and here's to the new ones, I hope they're as good as I dream.

Good luck future me.

Sent 1 year to the future from June 28th, 2015 to June 28th, 2016