Dear Future Self,
I hope you remember how nervous you were to start your program at Glasgow.
I hope you remember standing in your room trying to get a year’s worth of clothes into a single suitcase and realizing that, even if you managed it, there’d be no room for your yarn and knitting needles.
I hope you see the changes in the mirror, the extra length of your hair and the new marks on your face.
I hope you remember your nerves and your fear and the effort it took to go to Glasgow, and I hope you kept pushing through it all until you were exhausted and satisfied.
I hope you’ve done well. I hope you’ve immersed yourself in your studies and joined the clubs you wanted. I hope you spent days in the library, and I hope you chose to start drinking coffee instead of giving in to the pressure and the work.
I hope you’ve loosened your priorities and left room for romance, and I hope you’ve developed friendships that make it all worth it.
I hope you ate things that were so good you went back for more every week, and I hope you developed a finer taste for whiskey.
I hope you laughed and cried and yelled in anger and pain, and I hope you’ve laughed and cried and yelled in bliss and pride.
I hope you could give a good shot at translating this into Gaelic, and I hope you’ve developed a slight Scottish twang to bring home to Mom and Dad.
I hope you’ve learned so much that you’ve realized the extent of what there still is to learn.
I hope you look back at me and think, “She was good, and she brought me here, but this version of me is better.”
I hope you pushed yourself.
I hope you’ve been afraid.
I hope you still run, and I hope you can run really far.
I hope you’re looking forward to seeing your family again, and I hope you get to see your good ol’ American friends again.
But most importantly, and this is really where I hope you’re listening…
I hope you’re truly happy, and I hope you’ve done the things you wanted.
And I hope you made a difference.
Your Present Self