33 Apocalypse Ave, Monday Morning
Jun. 11th, 2018 03:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spin_kick_snapWhen Kathy had woken up as herself on Sunday, there'd been a letter waiting for her--a letter she'd remembered writing the night before and six years younger.
Dear Kathy,
Thanks for letting me use my room during my stay. I don't think I'll have a chance to meet you, I'm leaving pretty early tomorrow to make it back home. But even if I didn't get to meet you, I still feel like I got to know you some this week. You sound really cool and smart and popular. Everyone was really nice to me and I think it's because I reminded them a little bit of you. I think that's cool, I wouldn't mind being like you when I grow up.
This might be weird, but do you think I could maybe email you sometimes for advice? Nothing major just--you have your whole life together and I'm a mess. It would be nice to have someone to talk to sometimes. But that's probably weird, sorry. You don't have to!
But if you do, you can email me at gymnastflower01@yahoo.com.
Thanks again,
Kathy Li
P.S. You really, really don't have to if you don't want to!
Kathy had read that letter a number of times over the last day, smiling at the old email address she'd used faithfully for years--hell, her original Tumblr handle had been GymnastFlower--and awash in nostalgia. On the one hand, no wonder Sparkle had nicknamed her Mouse; it felt like all she'd done as a kid was apologize to people and blush. On the other hand, it was interesting to see her life now through the eyes of herself then. She'd laugh herself silly if someone told her that she had her life together, but she could see where her younger self had gotten that idea.
If nothing else, it put some things into perspective, which was sometimes hard to come by these days.
[Open for visitors and calls, but with the caveat of 'after I wake up again!']
Dear Kathy,
Thanks for letting me use my room during my stay. I don't think I'll have a chance to meet you, I'm leaving pretty early tomorrow to make it back home. But even if I didn't get to meet you, I still feel like I got to know you some this week. You sound really cool and smart and popular. Everyone was really nice to me and I think it's because I reminded them a little bit of you. I think that's cool, I wouldn't mind being like you when I grow up.
This might be weird, but do you think I could maybe email you sometimes for advice? Nothing major just--you have your whole life together and I'm a mess. It would be nice to have someone to talk to sometimes. But that's probably weird, sorry. You don't have to!
But if you do, you can email me at gymnastflower01@yahoo.com.
Thanks again,
Kathy Li
P.S. You really, really don't have to if you don't want to!
Kathy had read that letter a number of times over the last day, smiling at the old email address she'd used faithfully for years--hell, her original Tumblr handle had been GymnastFlower--and awash in nostalgia. On the one hand, no wonder Sparkle had nicknamed her Mouse; it felt like all she'd done as a kid was apologize to people and blush. On the other hand, it was interesting to see her life now through the eyes of herself then. She'd laugh herself silly if someone told her that she had her life together, but she could see where her younger self had gotten that idea.
If nothing else, it put some things into perspective, which was sometimes hard to come by these days.
[Open for visitors and calls, but with the caveat of 'after I wake up again!']
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Date: 2018-06-18 08:39 pm (UTC)Her hair just needed a quick brush to be acceptable to go outside and her sandals were downstairs by the door. "Well I'm ready," she announced, stomach already growling at the thought of food.
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Date: 2018-06-18 08:47 pm (UTC)