five years time

A teacher of mine in High School, Mr. Davis my Creative Writing teacher, had us write letters to ourselves for five years after high school. Naturally, I completely forgot about this five years down the road, however what did I see today while opening the mail? A letter addressed to myself in Virginia's sloppy high school hand writing. There wasn't much significant about my letter, I wrote dreams and aspirations of mine, none of which have come true. But, one thing I wrote stood out to me; one thing I hope, is that everything is well, and if it's not, let this letter inspire you to go get your dreams-- your almost eighteen year old self.

I may not have accomplished all the things I may have wished I would have five years ago. But I have done some things that I would have never imagined. At the end of the letter, Mr. Davis asked us to reply to him showing him if and how we still wrote...to that, this is my response.

five years

forty three thousand and eight hundred hours

seven different hair colors

ten jobs

five countries

one thousand eight hundred and twenty five days

three favorite coffee shops

thirteen point one miles

twelve moves

one pupper

eight tattoos

two million six hundred, twenty nine thousand and thirty eight minutes

four new-used cars

nine novels started

fifty two events planned and catered

three hundred and seventy two flights flown

sixty months

eighteen mountains hiked

six road trips

two semesters of school

one best friend

two hundred and sixty weeks

zero regrets

countless lessons

same, red, lipstick stained coffee mugs

one hundred fifty seven million, seven hundred forty two and three hundred and ten seconds.

five years time.