Upon seeing a post about journaling, I remembered something.

A few years ago the whole fam went on a summer trip to Italy and France. While we were there, someone did their best to write every single day in a journal. At the end of the day, they would sit down and write about two pages, and draw something. Usually they would just recount what had happened that day and make a silly sketch of a memorable moment. I remember them staring at the page one day in France, reminding themself that they had to have a doodle every day, even if it wasn’t fancy. I remember that even when they or we were exhausted and it was two AM, they still got up to write before sleeping.

Who the fuck was that? I need to get that journal (we still have it because it was an absolutely lovely leather bound one from barnes and noble) and read it. Maybe someone will remember, maybe we’ll recognize the handwriting, I don’t know. There were some poignant moments in France, maybe we’ll remember something or even meet someone.