One year and eleven months ago, I apparently wrote an email to my future self. When I saw it pop up in an email account I rarely use any more, I vaguely remembered what I had done. Kind of like a time capsule letter, only delivered by email! I thought it was cute, so I’m sharing here. It’s so funny how so much has changed, but also so little has. I think I will write another one, to the future me in five years.
Letter from September 2, 2011
Your baby is six months old. She’s giggling and dribbling and chubby and keeping you up at night. But she’s the best thing you’ve ever done and you can’t belive your luck.
Your husband is amazing and you love him dearly. But with work and the baby and study you don’t see enough of him. Don’t let this continue.
The Office is still the best TV show in the world.
You have a white iPhone 4 and you love it desperately.
You want an iPad.
In two days you will be getting your arm tattooed. You think you will miss your skin.
Bobbin has just come in from the rain. He’s nearly a year old and the cutest thing ever. Although he smells weird right now.
You love blogging and twitter.
You’re about to have an Ezy-Mac.
Bobbin just wet you. Awful.
You need to paint your toenails.
You’re still too skinny from breastfeeding.
the baby just made a noise and you’re worried you won’t get your ezy mac cos you should be in bed by now.
Mr is at touch. in Brisbane. On his way home in the rain.
Small Potatoes is a current obsession.
You like to watch NBC Today every day from 9-11 am
You miss America.
You always will.
What would you tell your future self?
(If you want to send an email to your future self, go to futureme.org. No affiliation! Just fun.)