The night of my birthday, Katie and I ended up walking home from the restaurant. I loved it, stumbling along happily, feeling invincible with my brand new age of 23.
The best part: We found a guy selling journals at a busy intersection. Seriously. He had a cart full of journals. It was cold, but I couldn't help myself from sifting through them, flipping pages. Poor Katie. I tried to explain, "I feel like I just found a cart full of magic. All of these journals, just waiting for people to buy them and fill them with their thoughts, lists, hopes, anger, sadness, happiness."
Magic.
I love looking through all of the journals. I can't help but stop & look every time I see some. :)
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