E-mail from the Past (Really)

So, five years ago (holy shit) I sent myself an email to the future (with FutureMe.org. It's fun if you're that kind of nerd - which clearly, I am). I had forgotten all about Future Me until this email arrived. Since it has arrived, though, I've remembered that I sent one farther into the future as well. But I don't know how far and I can't remember what it said. Anyway, I have copied the email below. Pretty much everything is different in the particulars, but a lot is the same in the generalities. I have notated the differences in red.

The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on November 10, 2005, and sent into the future (now the present) through FutureMe.org.
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Dear FutureMe,

Hey, it's me! So let me tell me about us today. I'm working at a miserable job that I hate with every cell in my body. It's stupid and boring and pointless. I don't work at all right now. So that's a plus. But I still can't figure out what I really want to do.

I am, however, in love witha wonderful man, Walker, who makes me happy every day and who is supportive and loving. Change the name from Walker (who, as it turns out, wasn't all that into me) to Matt and this is good to go.

I live with Wilbur and mostly that works out pretty well, although he drives me crazy sometimes. Yeah, obviously, I don't live with Wilbur anymore. I live with Matt. But sometimes I miss living with Wilbur in our apartment in LA.

I hate aspic and anchovies. Check and check. I've recently developed a taste for salmon (this must have been a lie, or at the very least, wishful thinking, because I continue to hate salmon unless its a lox) and I only like small, small caviar (still true).

I just started a novel for National Novel Writing Month and I'm having fun with that. Hope springs eternal. This Christmas Walker is taking me to Vieques. I'm really excited about that. Vieques was awesome. This year, I'll be holidaying in Vegas. With the dreadfuls in-laws.

I'm seeing an awesome acupuncturist who cured me of my chronic insomnia and I walk five miles a day. Unfortunately, I live too far to commute to my acupuncturist and haven't replaced her. I don't walk five miles every day anymore, but I do it about twice a week. I do yoga instead.

My grandfather died recently and left me some money. My grandfather has been dead for more than five years now. I'm going to blow some of it on a bike, a kayak, and a surfboard. Check, check, nope. I never ended up with a surf board. I couldn't decide on one. I kept thinking I would do it eventually and then I moved to the desert, so maybe that worked out for the best. I still have my wetsuit, though. I'm also going to buy Walker a windlass for his sailboat. Not that he knows that yet. Yeah, I bought that for him. I'm sure it's being used - possibly even as we speak.

My relationship with my best friend is somewhat strained right now because she's got a ridiculous cocaine problem. We'll see what happens. What happened was that she became someone I didn't want to know. So I don't know her anymore. I do hope she's stopped with the coke, though.

For the first time in my life, I feel a desire to have children. Or at least one child. Yep. And I might want to get married again. Look at that. I kind of predicted the future. Okay, not really. So this is where I am right now. I hope to change the job part of it before I get this email back. Hey. Two down. But other than that, I think I'm ahead of the game. I still do think this.

The funny thing is, the other night I was at a birthday party. It was one of Matt's and my friends' 30th birthday. I said I wouldn't mind being 30 again. One of the other party-goers said, "Yeah, but at least your life is better now then it was then, right?" I agree. And ouch. Sorry you don't feel the same way, party-goer.


hannahjustbreathe said...

Oooooo, now THIS is a fun exercise.

Although...I kind of have those "Whoa" moments each time I read my old journals. Like the ones from college where I'm predicting I'll be married by 25. Yeahhh. Talk about being WAY off.

Catherine said...

When I moved from SD to the desert (SLC), my wetsuit stayed in my trunk.

For four years. :)

That surfboard thing could still happen! Thanks for posting this; it was fun/enlightening.

Dorothy said...

H - I know what you mean with the journals. I used to go back at the end of the year and read through them all and annotate. The ealry ones (jr. high and HS) were particularly hilarious to me - the ones where I talked about how I'd love Tom, Dick, or Harry for the rest of my life - even if he didn't love me back. Ah, the lives we live.

C - I sincerely hope to live on the Pacific coast again some day. As for the wet suit, I may just keep it forever anyway, to really confuse someone going through my stuff when I die.

Catherine said...

That made me snort and almost spit tea over my computer at work. Oh, I still have the wetsuit. Only now it's in a closet, and I live in a state that gets occasional waves.