Also Known as Me 10 years from now.
I hope you have a whole lot more memories now. I still have mostly stories. I don’t regret them though. That’d be a sad thing to do, regret the core things that made you who you are. No matter how much, this man’s struggles are of his own making.
I hope we are working on visiting different countries now. Redo Spain and Greece. I know we don’t remember much of it other than driving super bikes at speeds that were way too fast for our own good.
We started our sober tour of the 50 states earlier this summer. Quite impressive if you ask me, four states in 2 months. Beats the half we been to before, and we don’t remember a whole lot from those either.
Do we have that summer home in the Pacific Northwest yet? I hope you still remember that night we spent on the side of the road looking at the stars in the redwoods.
If my math is right, you should have been a teacher for 8 years now. Took us long enough to get through school when we felt pretty good about some pretty bad living for all that time. Crazy that a 16-year-old who drove 90 miles an hour with bikers 15 years older, is now in charge of preparing the youth to live among society. We were never any good at that at that age.
Do we have that book yet? I’m sure I held that process up, too. Took ten years off from writing because of too much time feeling pretty good about some pretty bad living. Lots of content though, I’m sure. From what others have told us.
I found out recently I can travel and go do things by myself. That kept me from going to the beach, or to the river, or hiking. I hope you are catching up on all that I made us miss out on.
I’m sorry for what I put you through. I know I didn’t set you up a whole lot for a good life. I do hope you remember that this was my first time on this earth. I know it is yours also.
Happy ten years sober, Love,