3:04 pm

I decided to journal a bit early (what am I talking about, it's the afternoon). After all, I don't think I'll be writing in my journal tonight because I'll be a bit busy to write in it. Well, I'm going to another party to hear more of Val's songs, so another concert tonight. Poppy and Val had invited me to tag along with them and—of course—I took the time to agree to come along. So, since writing to my past self got me a bit into a road I feared to go (Look, I'm not that emotional. It's about my grandma, and that topic brought me to tears. It's a depressing topic to talk about.), I'm going to write a letter to my future self, 20 years hence. Yeesh!

So, here it goes:

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Writing to my Future Self

Dear Future Self,

It's been 20 years and you're around your 40s now. Oh my word, that's a long time. How are you feeling? I hope you are still in shape because you will always be and look young. What about the bunker? Are you still living at the bunker, or have you moved into a pod, for example? Okay, maybe you aren't in a pod, and abandoning the bunker will be a sin. Is Poppy living with you? Like, do we have those two homes in one type of thing? Speaking of Poppy, how is she? I know she will be around her late 30s. Are you married? Because around this time, Poppy and I are in an excellent relationship that will last a lifetime. Honestly, I believe if we got married around this time in our 20s or at least our 30s, we would enjoy our time together.

What about children? I'm kind of scared to know if we have kids. Do we? And how many? I estimate that we will have at least two daughters and a son. Or maybe we will have one daughter. Hey, it's a prediction here. So right now, I'm unsure if I'm ready to have children. Maybe it's a bit too early for that. But if I do become-or if I am a father, what are my children's names? I might know that earlier than 40. What about Gary? Is he alright? He is growing up in front of my eyes--in personality, not physically--and my pet turtle Shelliot? How is he? I hope he's living because I heard in a book that turtles could live for a long time. So, let's keep faith for him to live a bit longer, maybe for another fifty years. Okay, thinking about being 40 is making me feel a bit uneasy. I hope everything's going alright. Today, around my 20s, I'm active, having fun, and being me. I hope you are too. Bye.

-Branch (around my 20's)

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I plan to put this letter in a glass box, close and lock it and wait till I'm around 40, so I can read it and now will focus on the present. Phew, that was a bit scary to write. I hope to write more in my journal tonight if I leave the concert early.

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10:32 pm

Update about my day. I'm feeling pretty good and ready to hit the bed soon. Here is what happened today:

1. Spent time with Val before the show of playing games at the arcade

2. Went to see Guy Diamond and Tiny Diamond, which we had an interesting conversation about the rock concert

3. The official rock concert began and Poppy and I were rocking out with the music and Barb was there too.

4. Off topic, but this morning I saw Creek at the coffee shop...and I saw him trying to sip the coffee, but he burnt his tongue. Ouch!! Could this be karma coming to get him???

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I just yawn. Okay, it's bedtime. Goodnight.