I am attached to pocket notebooks. I used to carry one of those 3 Subject Composition Notebooks that can be found in pharmacies, I filled one for every year of university. But after I finished school I felt those weren't right for me anymore. I wanted to recreate my "master" notebook, but in the end I realized that I was trying to recreate the feeling that one notebook gave me. I wrote my secrets in it, events of my days, stories and fantasies, and lots of sad poems. Then, actually only this past summer, I got a little notebook (it can be seen in the photo, the one with white flowers and the gum candy machine sticker). I used that notebook like a planner, drawing weekly plans, but I noticed I would jot little things down when I was living my life- random moments, such as suddenly deciding to stop in the middle of the sidewalk to write down an idea. Now I love these things, because they are so portable.
I find it very enjoyable to hold my current journal in my hands and see
the dirt on the edges, and the way the contents grow plump because I've
glued things inside and turned the pages a hundred times. My journal is
always my most valuable personal possession. It's a true record of my
life as it goes where I go, sees the things I see,my ever-present companion.