With all of the unpacking that happened, Amanda Jo found my journals.

I dropped the load of laundry onto the floor and practically skipped (shut up) over to the shelves. I ordered them chronologically, and once again cursed myself for the one that I’d lost at Spiral.

I sighed, and took stock of my journal situation.

I’m declaring a moratorium on buying blank journals. Seriously. I have at least as many to fill as I have filled.