Dear 25 year old me,
I am writing to you now from June 2nd, 2011, just wanting to ask a few questions. Yes, I know that I won't be able to hear the response you give me, but it'll be fun asking myself a question, without truly knowing the answer.
Question one: What school did you finally chose to go to? And did you actually major in architecture?
Question two: Are you happy now? What's life like in the future? Did we blow up in 2012? Well I guess you did, you couldn't answer this.
Question three: Well this isn't really a question, but a comment on life. If you ever did find happiness in this strange life I started for you, and if so, what is it? Well I guess it is a question now, isn't it?
Well you (really me I guess) are probably laughing at the strangeness of this letter.
Your 14 year old self,
Samantha
