Bound

Last night I started up my paper journal again. I haven’t written in there since February of last year! My journal is kind of muddled with unsent-unfinished letters, lyrics to songs I’ve written, and entries that are not even detailed in the slightest. I can’t decide if it’s just the journal and I should get a new one to start the New Year.

As I was writing last night I realized, I never kept a journal about traveling in Ireland. I didn’t do one for Panama either but I have letters that I wrote and then never sent so everything is mapped out for me to go back and elaborate on at least. I’m hoping my pictures will be what guide my memory, though the small details may have already escaped me. Perhaps this weekend will be the start of scrapbooking! This is something I’ve only done once after my trip to Quebec in high school, though even then that turned into a sort of poem/memory book.

I also went on a shopping spree at the Salvation Army last weekend. I picked up a bunch of nifty threads and a box to hang on my wall to sort bills and letters. I have hopes of repainting it though to make it a tad more, well, me I guess. I finally moved my coveted picture of my great grandmothers from the bedroom to the living room and rearranged my bed. I’m still not facing north and I think this may be the reason for my lack of sleep these days. Regardless, I’m looking forward to redecorating my bedroom to something more cozy and inviting. Laziness will not turn me into a plain jane. My walls will say something.