***I have gotten a bit farther with my journal, you can see where I am at the folder I setup in my deviantART gallery especially for it here. ***
(Postage stamps to be placed here and on the inside of the back cover, as well.)
I do not keep blog posts piled up as drafts in my archives. I do not feel the necessity to anticipate reasons for writing on any given day. But I do have one blog post waiting to be published, and I hope to God it is published by June. Every step I take is a step I have made before. I know the ins and outs of this ground better than many and I have done more exploring than others dare under this merciless sun. Everyday it feels different: one day I am longing for the familiarity of home, while the next day I am grateful for the opportunity to be someplace else. I have a lifetime of places with feet who have worn their sidewalks same as I have these. I am not desperate for a way out. Beauty is everywhere, but it is never iconic, perfect, two-dimensional. Much like the people who create it and destroy it, beauty comes in many shapes and sizes--in prosperity and ruin, in the darkness of solitude and light of family.
Travelling is often a romanticized idea. It is not as white as getting to experience new things, it comes with the black and grey of leaving who and what I know and conforming to a ritual that often leaves a newcomer feeling insecure and unsure of why they came. New places mean new ideas, new habits, new faces and new expectations. But with all of that does come the experience, the confidence, and the absence of familiarity makes one appreciate it more when they find their way back. It is for all of these reasons and more I want to see all with which God has created and blessed us. If I had to choose my top two places I want to visit, they would be Italy and Ireland. It is in those places I feel my senses would come to life. I want to feel alive, I want to grow.
So, with all of that said, I have started a journal which I have so affectionately named my "Travels and Miscellaneous Artsy Crap Journal." Unlike my diary that is simply full of musings and dwellings from my day, this is full of briefings of my dreams, and full of creativity. Whenever I see something new, I will make a new page in dedication of my experience. I do not have the cover completely finished, but they say not to judge a book by its cover, anyway.