i don’t know about you, but i seem to take about a year to finish a visual journal!
the travel journal, on the other hand, is a concentrated effort. one that at times feel like it may never end.
yes. because even i, girl reporter, feel at times like throwing this gigantic book over one of the bridges on the 110 freeway and moving on to fresh new things. smooth new thoughts.
that’s the way the process works for me. it’s a marathon commitment finishing one of these, but oh how good it feels to close the covers and set it up on the shelf with the others. you, who’ve completed travel journals know how good the last chapter feels.
i found this card in a little bookstore near my apartment. i liked the little watercolor map on the front with a bit of history about the neighborhood where i hung my hat for a week.