I can’t access my old blogdrive accout. I’ve been trying for about two hours now but still to no avail. That’s two years of blog entries that I won’t be able to read anymore! Crap.
Sorry. I didn’t want to say that but I couldn’t think of another word. I just realized how maintaining an online diary isn’t as reliable as the good old notebook journal. I haven’t a kept a real journal in about 3 years, not since I started blogging, it’s a shame, because for me nothing still beats writing in your own handwriting. My emotions are seen clearly on the way I write, for example I write really big when I’m mad, I even wrote one entry using black permanent marker. I’ve shared my most intimate secrets in this red journal I bought at Papemelroti back when I was still in high school, it has survived college, graduation, a new career, and 2 breakups.
I miss that journal, I left it at our house in Fairview. Since we transferred here in San Juan, I haven’t had the time to go and get it. I’ll try to get it on Monday since there would be no work. I want to curl up on my bed and reminisce on all the adventures I’ve had through those years.
I have this new journal, well actually an old one that my boyfriend gave me, but haven’t used yet. I think it’s time to begin a new adventure.
