I met my younger for coffee

I met my younger self at the cafe today. She’s 26.

I arrived on time, she’s a few minutes late.

We wore the same skirt LOL. It’s still a favorite. Your, or rather our style is classy I told her. She’s matched it with a black knit top I still have in my wardrobe.

I’ve got my hot latte, she’s skipping the drink. Said it’s pricey and doesn’t do cafes. I insisted on paying. She doesn’t know what to order, so I suggested iced mocha.

So how’s the future like? She asked.

I told her she’d still do nine-to-fire (she’s got no idea what that meant), travelled to many cities (she hasn’t thought of visiting any of them), the pandemic happened (her jaw dropped), she’d get Cat (she asked why sign up for trouble. I said he’s worth the trouble but mostly he’s joy), that there’s no partner in sight (she doesn’t mind).

Will I find myself working overseas? No, but you’d earn foreign income in another way.

Will I be a businesswoman? Nah, they didn’t work out. But good experiences.

Have you become a millionaire yet? Not yet. Still working on it.

So life will be quite… uninteresting? Actually, they’re quite an adventure. 

Any tips to be richer sooner? I laugh. I wish I can share with you but you won’t remember them, until much later.

Ahhhh another memory wipe thingy? Yeaps, you know the drill. She shrugged. I shrugged.

So what’s up with the plain white top? It looks like something our parents and grandparents would wear. Yeah, I’m trying to look bougie and old money rich. She doesn’t get it. I laugh.

The pandemic, Covid you say, we didn’t caught it right? Nah, we’re good. But then there’s a fucking mosquito…