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Visual Journal Page 14: Travel by Balloon

One day while on one of my random magazine image hunts, I discovered this picture of a beautiful, tropical location. I immediately felt envy towards the photographer who snapped the picture. At some point they were in this location, experiencing this sunset, taking in the smell of the ocean, changing colors, and likely warm, humid,…

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Visual Journal Page 13: Tape

Our first home is what you would call “move in ready.” The previous owners renovated, updated, and painted every room using nice shades of neutral. While house shopping it was nice to walk into a space I could visualize myself in. There was no off putting color, family pictures, or personal mementos to distract me…

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Visual Journal Page 11: Take Responsibility

It was the time of year when hot sticky summer nights transition into the cool crisp fall. It’s my favorite time of year, witnessing the changing season through every sense. The air smells crisp, the air moves from warm to cool, the leaves crunch under toe, and goosebumps come and go as the changing atmosphere…

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Visual Journal Page 10: My Hands

It was a normal afternoon. I was in my car, on my daily commute home, half listening to NPR, half day dreaming, trying to keep my mind off of the building traffic. Suddenly, something caught my attention on the radio. A story was being covered about an artist who was punished for drawing a political cartoon….

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Visual Journal Page 9: Yellow Ostrich

There is a something special about band tees. When you find that one that has the perfect logo, perfect fit and you wear it until it has the perfect texture, almost see through from all the wear, you feel like you have found another part of you. Unlike normal t-shirts, band tees have personality. The…

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Visual Journal Page 8: Books

I was captivated by the world of books at an early age. Books were constantly surrounding me on the shelves of my house, scattered in my bedroom, and on the shelves of the library I frequented as a child. I still remember reading my very first book to my Mom on the way home from the…

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