Nova Scotia Journal
Filed Under international travel
A little sand from the beach, a pocket of coins, a clump of moss… it is the little ordinary objects I come in contact with on my journeys that seem to find themselves returning home with me. These relics become physical connections to memories made on my trip. A vial of sand from Pleasant Bay, Nova Scotia reminds me of strolling along the beach, sharing the misty morning with a flock of seagulls. A pocket of coins instantly reminds me of a short conversation with a local while standing in line at a market. Or the friendly waitress who told me, without any sense of showing indifference towards me, that Canada doesn’t use $1 and $2 bills but rather coins. Or the beautiful moss I plucked from the forest where I had a magical encounter with a moose.
Then there is my journal. I consider my travel journals the most precious relic from my trip, capturing the moments better than my photography or any other object I find on my travels. I didn’t find a lot of time to journal on this trip, but when I did, I scribbled as much details as I could remember. Here are a few scans from my Nova Scotia journal:
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What do you do with all the little things you’ve collected from your journeys? They aren’t things one would want to put away, but would certainly be difficult to keep out.
Hi Kelly. I agree on both accounts. I used to put my travel “loot” into a box, label it, and store it away, being the pack rat that I am. But a trip to IKEA changed all of that: now I keep my treasures in a glass case. You can see the photos here.