Letter to my junior self

C,

What a weird year. I don’t even want to write this letter because I’ve barely processed everything that’s happened. This year goes by so crazy fast. But the winter definitely does not. 6 months of snow is death. There will be so many days when you look out the window and see the snow and just go back to bed because you can’t face it.

This year you are a complete baby and will cry at everything, especially commercials with puppies. Eventually you’ll get smart and buy really high quality tissues infused with lotion.

You’ll live in a huge house literally five minutes away (WALKING) to the beach. Don’t take that for granted.

You won’t let yourself make friends because you’re so angry about the move. You’re angry and you can’t let go. Maybe you think you’re better than them, or that they’re stupid because they’re from Maine, or maybe you’re just so damn sorry for yourself that you’re isolating on purpose. Maybe you’re punishing yourself. I still don’t know. Get over that.

Most of your teachers will make you want to scream and throw office supplies at their faces, but don’t do that.

The day you see a moose will make the move almost worth it.

Your SAT score does not define you.

Make the most of the snow by eating it. Add root beer. Instant dessert.

50 degrees will feel like summer.

Everything will fall apart. But you’ll hold on because you believe in your future and because you haven’t been to disneyworld yet. Mostly the latter.

It’s okay to sing. Get better snow boots. Talk to him. Go to the beach more. Dry your hair at night. Sign up for that ski trip. Pay more attention to the happy stuff. Not everything is your fault; stop taking responsibility for stuff that isn't yours. Buy more sweaters. Spend more time with people. Make some freakin snow angels! Ice skate! Go sledding idek just embrace the winter.