Last month I went on a grand adventure to visit my daughter in Bangkok, Thailand. Even though she’s been living in Thailand for over a year, it was my first trip there. (or anywhere, for that matter.)
Before I left, I made a journal and filled it with a variety of papers and bound it with a long stitch binding.
The image on the cover came from an old book I rescued from the landfill.
I packed a small bag of art supplies that included markers, glue sticks, a travel watercolor set, a burnisher, washi tape, a ruler, and a tiny pair of kid’s scissors which was confiscated by security on the way home.
I journaled every single day and included whatever ephemera I accumulated or found while I was there.
The more I wrote, the easier it became and the more I wanted to write.
I did a good job of estimating and rationing the pages because I ended up filling the book without running out or having too many empty pages.
It truly was a grand adventure, and one that I can relive over and over whenever I page through my journal.