It’s been a while (again). There are many reasons it’s been a while, only one of which I’m going to share with you now.
Lately I find myself writing more in my journal. Bits and pieces that are more suited to journals or diaries. I’ve been keeping journals on and off for as long as I can remember (off mostly) but have been going pretty strong since my semester in Paris when I found it imperative that I start writing stuff down in English while French was buzzing all around me. Mind you — I loved the buzzing and miss it terribly now. When I got back from Paris I decided to start a blog, something I never thought I’d do because I considered myself to be a very private person. But with the nature of journalism changing and the ways in which social media was changing the world (at that time it still hadn’t aided any revolutions, but it was on its way) I decided I couldn’t hold out any longer. Turns out I loved it. I became a twitter fanatic. I now how a cooking blog as well and even a somewhat (though I guess not anymore) secret Tumblr.
While I rely on these platforms for different things, I still always found a place for my journal. While sometimes I was prone to oversharing on these platforms, other times I decided I wanted the comfort of my own private space. Lately the latter has been the case.
Over Passover, Jack and I went to the Morgan Library to see an exhibit I’ve been absolutely dying to see on diaries. It was only a tiny room but we spent around 40 minutes there. I was overwhelmed with inspiration and awe at the different types of diaries and the various creative approaches people took to expressing their thoughts. I thought about writing more about the exhibit here, but instead went to my journal as I found it fitting to write about it there. I only mention the exhibit here because as we were leaving I expressed to Jack my voyeuristic pleasure, yet uncomfortableness at having seen the exhibit. He was confused–don’t people write journals so other people can see them?
(editors note: apologies Jack if I’ve reinterpreted our conversation, this is how I remember it)
