It’s funny the things you find when you’re packing. In the bottom of a drawer I found a little journal, nondescript with lined paper inside. When I flipped through the pages, only a quarter were filled with handwriting. As I began to read, I realized it was my journal from my trip to Europe six years ago. Many of the details I wrote about, I’ve completely forgotten. You’d think that reading something you wrote would trigger those memories, but nope. I still don’t remember. Which makes me all the more thankful I took the time to journal with such detail.
Some background information: My Uncle Brad wished to give me the gift of travel for my highschool graduation. I could choose anywhere in the world, and my world traveler uncle would take me there and more than likely would speak the language too. I was overwhelmed with the choice and waffled for months. Finally, I decided to go for the classics: Paris, France for a few days and then the chunnel to London, England.
Beginning tomorrow, please join me for another blogging series as I revisit my journal and share my first experience abroad. I was 18. It was the summer of 2005. I liked emoticons, even handwritten! And as it so happened, the London subways were bombed two days before we traveled there. I believe my written reaction was “Oh shit…” I promise to stay true to my written word, for better or worse!
