I’m combing through the pictures in my memory card and came upon this which I had taken weeks back while in the car driving through the village. and I just felt compelled to put it up here. For no reason at all.
Friday is almost here. Happiness. Relief. Another weekend. The thought made me smile.
I’ve also been trying to get my JOURNAL ON A JOURNEY going by trying to decorate the pages of my composition notebook which is proving to be a challenge. The pages are too “thin”. So I’m probably going to have to create the journal from scratch yet again. It’s been the most difficult part of journaling — choosing and getting the right journalI have written some people I’ve traded journals and done similar swaps with on Swap-bot and the feedback has been more than positive. It has gotten me all the more excited. I’m getting there. I was hoping to send the first journal to Manila this coming week, but it’ll probably have to wait another week or two more. .
I’m all set to go to Chicago next weekend for Cousin M’s wedding and I’m all excited. It’s just a weekend, and Angelo and I are flying to the windy city for the first time.
I managed to snag half the trip through miles and paid for the return. Angelo’s flying on miles both ways, and we’re keeping our fingers crossed we can go first class both ways (doing that already on the first leg we’re flying on miles) but the return is full. My date will be dapper in his suit and I found the perfect dress last week. I’m actually more excited about going to the reception with him and dancing with him for real on the dance floor. Lou and I have already made arrangements to meet up. Unfortunately, it’s a very short trip so the only sightseeing on my list is the Pier.
A journal and a trip ahead… getting there.