end of a journal
I finished my most recent journal this week. It always feels like such a significant milestone when I fill up a whole journal. I've titled them all "The Great Adventure" (that started when I was probably sixteen, as you can tell), and this one was "The Great Adventure, Volume VIII." While each journal feels significant, this one took much longer for me to complete than most of mine have - five and a half years. So it felt all the more sentimental and awe-inspiring as I penned the final page. My basement suite in BC Five and a half years ago, I started the journal in my beloved basement suite in BC, in a Covid quarantine, having just returned from Christmas Break to Canada in January 2021. My whole first entry is talking about the man I just started officially dating two weeks before, and with whom I was already have dreams of marriage. And in the months and years that followed I: finished and defended my thesis, graduated with a Master's, moved back to Ore...
