by Nicole Ofeno
I would like to begin by thanking you for reading this. Your time and your energy are exceptionally awesome. (Note: I use the word “awesome” often. Know however, I do always say it in truth.) I’ve gotta tell ‘ya, I’ve been writing to myself for years–diaries full of entries, I’m talking TONS of entries. The way I figure it, since I’ve been writing to my future self since I was twelve years old, now, at 27, I have about 5,475 days of ups and downs, all documented for me to enjoy at many later points in life.
2. Telling the truth to the whole world, just putting it out there, even if no one is reading, feels really great to my soul.
1. This is a totally new and exciting experience.
All right, so here we go!
My name is Nicole Ofeno, I recently turned 27 years old and I reside in Fort Worth, Texas. I was born in Texas. My father worked for Motorola and was transferred to the Chicago area when I was six. This period of life was good. We lived in a haunted house, I began playing the harp, began UN-schooling and, most important, my favorite person on earth was born: my little brother, Quinn. It was dream after childhood dream come true! When my parents first took me out of public school, (middle of third grade) I think they had no idea what to expect. I remember so many times when my mom would ask me what I wanted to work on that day and I responded with “watch Muppet Babies and Tiny Tunes.” Of course, every once in a while I would choose to write a book report that I demanded to have reviewed and almost every day would venture off on my own for HOURS of bike riding through our suburban town.
After a year or so, my parents decided to take me to a private tutor, I assume out of fear that on my own I wasn’t learning enough. I didn’t mind the idea…until I met him. His name was Michael and I spent a good four to six hours a day with him. I guess he was super smart, but all I can really remember is his being seriously gross, which, at age ten, overrides smart by a lot.