Today I finished another paper journal. I’ve kept a paper journal since I was eleven, and the journals have accumulated with time. At this point the boxes of journals (two at this point) have gotten disorganized and needed a huge overhaul. So I told myself that I would take all of them out of the boxes, arrange them on my bedroom floor, snap a photo, and organize them properly in their boxes–this time with feeling.
Here are the two boxes in question. The box that isn’t quite full contains the earlier journals, which is the main reason I wanted to give the boxes an overhaul.
The cover of my very first journal. The first twenty-five or so journals are all titled with the Keep Out general scheme.
The very first entry. Appropriate to write about notebooks? Maybe not, but that’s what happened. I still write in cursive now, but it’s a little less bubbly these days.
Another fun fact: I spotted Sushi for the first time on the cover of number fourteen. I didn’t see Sushi mentioned inside a journal before then, but to be fair I only skimmed a few pages. The nickname Sushi showed up much more often after that.
This kind of massive rearranging probably won’t happen too often. I predict that it won’t happen until at least 100 journals, which should take at least two more years. So unless I move again I won’t have to drag all these journals anywhere after packing them up again. Huzzah.