This evening I was really homesick. Missing family and my girls and friends and generally just the hopping social life that I had in Boston. I want to go home and visit, but plane tickets on JetBlue are running over $500 round-trip this summer. I feel bad about spending that kind of money on a “social call” when we’re trying to save money to move back and buy a home. However moving eastward seems like it is at the very least 6 months out, although who knows if it could be 2 years. (I hope to the lemur that it won’t be that long, i might go mad.)
Anyways. I have an art journal, that I used to write in/draw stuff/tape in photos. I hadn’t touched it in 3 years. I pulled it out tonight and just started writing down what I was thinking… Not nearly as poetic as most of the stuff I’d written in there, but it certainly felt good to get stuff down on paper. I think i get stuff stuck in my head and dwell on it and it kills me. I forgot how good it felt to write stuff down… I really want to keep contributing stuff to the journal.. So I can also have happy/positive entries.
And I need to start writing back chick poetry again… Its pretty bad/sappy/weird, but was a lot of fun to go back and read what I wrote back in high school. 
Ok… Now to share some of my old school journal entries. (p.s. the drawings were both done with ballpoint pen.)
Nice art, I don’t remember ever seeing them. Good to see you putting your energy into your art!