Prompt: "The best fucking song of 2014"
Selected by Brianna
"Best Friend"
Foster the People
Supermodel, 2014
Dear 2014 Me,
Big year, babe. You're turning twenty one. You've moved into your first apartment and your first relationship is in a great place. You're taking your favorite classes, and, you don't know this yet, but this is going to be your best year at West Chester for so many reasons. Don't go and let these moments slip by. Savor them, really soak the moment in and make those core memories last. You won't peak yet (that's later), but man, are you going to love who you are this year.
A few words of advice: talk Kayla out of getting the cat. Check in on Shane; you might not start dating for another few years, but you'd both be better for it. Build more bridges with the History department, you'll regret it. Keep in touch with your friends at home. College is amazing, but your home friends are your forever friends. Eat as many slices from Rigtown as possible; your metabolism will never be this good.
What I really want to say, though, is good job. You were so scared going into college, about making new friends and being successful without the supports of home. But damn girl, you went and did it. Look at you go. You aren't done yet (not even close), but you now know what you're capable of.
Thanks for putting in that work. I'll do my best to take it from here and make you proud.
Love you forever,
You, a decade older
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Speaking of looking back, here is a five-year-old essay in which I attempt to describe how me and each of my sisters all listen to music differently, via a Foster the People album. I will let Brianna decide whether it is accurate or not. I do not stand by anything I wrote more than ~500 days ago at any point in time.
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