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Dear My 26 Year Old Self

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Monday, 1 February 2016

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Hey! How are you?

This is me right now:



And this is how I do my make-up:


(lol loving that improved lighting.)

So how does it feel to be 10 years away from being both 16 and 36? Scary, huh. Or have you gotten over the fear of growing up that seriously plagues me right now? I’m so scared of the future and of taking on responsibilities I know I’m not ready for. How are you handling it? - grown up life. 

Oh my god it must have been a while since you left university! At least, 3/4 years, right? How does that feel? Please tell me all about it, it’s one thing that I’m actually really looking forward to!

How’s Ioan? He’d be like 22/23 now, wouldn’t he? Wow, how’s a 23 year old Ioan?! Is he doing creative stuff or is he more academic? At the moment he’s a bit of a mix, and I kind of hope he stays that way.

How are everyone? Are you still in contact with people from school and Pembs? If so, who?

Is Mac still alive? She’s a pretty old cat now so I really fear the answer to that question. OH MY GOD HAVE YOU GOT A CAT OF YOUR OWN? PLLEEASE TELL YOU HAVE! WHAT’S ITS NAME? WHAT COLOUR IS IT? Oooh, I’m excited for this cat now, can you tell?

Where do you live? I currently still live at home, which, I hope, would be pretty obvious. So far this is the 3rd house you’ve lived in. You’ve been living in England for nearly a year and a half. It’s weird because it feels like you have lived here longer, but also like you moved here yesterday. Is that weird? I don’t know. Do you live in London? Are you back in Wales? Do you still live at home? I hope you’ve moved out by now, but if there’s a proper reason why you haven’t then you can’t help it. Do you live with anyone? Aw, are you in love? I really hope you're in love.

Do you still write basically every day? Are you still creative and bookish? I think that I’d probably fall apart inside if you weren’t. I’d be really devastated. 

Have you finished writing a novel? I hope to finish the first draft of my novel this year, but you never know, something could have stopped me from finishing it. Have you had anything published, apart from blog posts? Oh my word, do you even blog anymore? Please say that you’re actually reading this! I’d feel so sad if you’d let this blog go.

What’s your favourite book? What’s your favourite film? What does your phone look like? Is Doctor Who still running? Have aliens invaded yet? Because I feel like that’s only a matter of time.

I hope you’re well and that you’re happy. That’s the most important thing to me.

Good luck, and see you soon - if we’re calling 10 years soon.


Yourself, aged 16.
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A Letter to the Rain

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Monday, 14 September 2015

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Yet again this year you have made an appearance. Don’t worry – that’s not a bad thing! Not in my opinion anyway.  I am one of the few who do not shy away at the sight of you or run for cover when you come outside to greet us. I do not dislike you at all - quite the opposite in fact.

You see, I do not think of you as worse than your sister the Sun. I much prefer you to her if I’m honest; an opinion many, it seems, do not share. Most people squirm and squeal as you pour down from the heavens. Trickling down our backs and hitting our face with varying degrees of aggression, most people hide away in disgust, wishing that you would go away once and for all. While I laugh out loud with joy. Laughing and grinning, as you soak my cheeks and flatten my hair so that it sticks to my beaming face. You batter the top of my head as I walk down the street, very much umbrella-less, unlike those who rush by around me – hurrying for cover.

There are times though, when I don’t like you as much as I usually do. When you wrecked some of my books, for instance. Or soaked me through the skin so that I was shivering for the rest of the day. When you made your way through my school bag, ensuring that you touched every single bit of its contents and peeled their edges and covers as far back as you possibly could. When you slipped so slyly into our house and refused to leave until we gathered you up with raggedy old towels and floppy kitchen roll.


But that’s okay. No one can ever be perfect.

I used to have you around for the majority of the time and it’s only from your absence that I have grown to love you more. Some people may think I’m a weirdo for liking you, for flinging my arms out wide to welcome you while they huddle in crammed groups under bus shelters and overhanging rooves to escape you… But I don’t care. They may have their sweltering and overbearing Sun, but I have you. In all your damp glory. 

Your friend

Jemima x




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Dear My Future Self

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Wednesday, 3 June 2015

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Hi! Hello! Hey! I hope you’ve got this greeting people thing sorted out, cause God knows I’m terrible at it right now.
    So you’re me – us. How are you? I hope you haven’t been too stupid in the years to come, that’d be nice to know. I don’t know exactly when you’re reading this. A few years time maybe? You’ll be very different from me now, I presume. But I hope the essentials are still there. I don’t doubt that my main passions will have continued on to become yours. For who would we be without books, writing and our violin?
   Speaking of writing and books, have you finished that novel yet? You better have done – I’m quite sure you’ll be kicking yourself otherwise. Or have you written another one too? That would be pretty cool. Do you still re-read your favourite books every other month? Do you still play your violin at every chance you get? I hope so, and I hope you’ve got some more grades under your belt as well.
   I hope you’re more confident in front of people than I am now – a fault I probably need to rectify. Do you speak up more in front of new people and voice your opinions? You know you want to say something important to them.
   Sure, you’ve probably made some mistakes, but don’t worry, I don’t mind – they’re what help make us who we are. Go for whatever it is, and don’t have any regrets.
   Have you worked up the courage to perform small acts of kindness whenever you can? Even if it’s just saying “bless you” to some stranger who sneezed on the train.
   Do you visit home regularly? Go see the friends you and I both know, perhaps too well. Do you see the people who matter to you? If you don’t: drop everything and go see them now. I mean NOW.
   Are you more social than I am now? Because anything would be an improvement on that! I’m wishing that you’re not a hermit still. If you are, go outside and read or write there, instead of in your dark bedroom, where you know light will never reach your skin. You might be beginning to look like a vampire.
   Have you seen the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them film? I found out that Eddie Redmayne is going to play Newt Scamander yesterday. Do you still keep up to date with Doctor Who? And have you watched more episodes of Classic Who? Have you finally got Netflix, so you can actually watch some of the shows you keep telling yourself you need to watch?
   But most importantly, are you happy? Are you safe? Are you having fun?
 
   Don’t worry: I have faith in you,


   Yourself, at 15.

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