But in the beginning of this year when I decided to keep a journal I wondered if I would really be able to do it. Writing down a record of the events of my life and the thoughts of times that would soon be gone seemed like a good idea at the time. So I got a journal, this plain simple black one.
I started it and was being regular with keeping it, not always everyday but often enough to redeem its worth. Then I moved to
in June and forgot it in one of the homes I visited along the way to my new one. And due to me not having my journal was one of the things that spurred me into finally getting a blog. Mexico
I sent messages and notes to my friends who would be coming this way asking if they could bring it to me. God bless all of them tried to help and I have no idea how many times it switched hands on its journey to get to me. Well four months later it was still in
, so when I went there recently I got it, finally. It was in my hands. Mexico City
But as fate would have it I again forgot it while living out of one of my friends rooms. I mean you’d think I would have learned from the first time. So on my trip back I had realized my forgetful mistake and subsequent disloyalty to my journal. Thank God it’s just a book and doesn’t have feelings, as if it were a friend no doubt I would have lost them for sure.
Yesterday one of our home members returned from a trip from
and brought my journal to me. Thanks, Tina! So I guess we’ll see how long it lasts. Maybe I should write in it to break the forgetful streak. Then again, maybe it won’t help! Mex City