An Open Letter

When I got home yesterday something went wrong and I didn't have any power, and so I ended up asking S and L if I could come over. They said yes and I ended up helping L with math homework for a while which was nice since it's a subject I never really learned. They all got to see Hash and play with him which was nice. I both drove there and back with my new car, and looking back at it I feel like 14 year old me would think I'm living my dream. I'm not quite sure why I don't feel that way, probably due to the gradual changes of life as a whole and how my dreams and goals consistently shift with time. But I guess this is something I've been taking for granted that I just wanted to be mindful of.