i like to have some sense of continuity on my travel pages, no matter how small. it’s pleasing to the eye when the journal is seen as a whole. i’ve said this before…the travel journal is like a love letter to my future self. love letters to the places where my feet touched down. the places i saw with fresh eyes. in 30 years or so this will be important. i hate to think of it, but eventually my wandering will cease and my journals of adventure and intrigue will be the tethers that connect me to my former self. i’ll sit out under a shady apple tree somewhere in my dotage and say to my caretaker, “did i ever tell you about the time, way back when i was just a little ole 52 year old …and took a trip to stockholm?” if you keep journals i bet you’ll be doing the exact same thing as me in your future life. maybe you’ll have a peach or a pear tree to sit under. you never know.
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