Timelines

I have met one or two people that, because I have an overactive imagination, I could see as future iterations of myself. (Would I announce myself as such? Probably not.) I met one such woman my first year of university – she was my creative writing professor. Her office was overflowing with books, she had lovely long silver hair that she wore with tied into a loose bun, Birkenstock clogs and linen clothing. She was very intelligent and supportive of all her students and had a good sense of humor. In short, someone I would love to grow up to be.