I finally finished my scrap book / photo diary of my time in London after 3 years of just letting it rot. It felt like ending a phase of my life – like putting all the memories in a safe place and leaving it there.
When scrap booking started I thought it’s a hobby for old ladies sitting at home – having nothing better to do than think of the good old days, browsing through craft shops and buy stickers… I soon discovered a different truth.
Having had the time of my life in London with loads of ups and down I had to find a way of putting it down on paper. A diary was simply not enough and I don’t always feeling like spending time in front of the computer after working all day long on it. So what to do? Scrap Book. I got myself a leather travel journal and started off about 3months before I had to come back to Namibia… and so it ended up being a 3 year project. As I came to a close it went quicker and quicker until last night when I finally closed it off. And what a strange feeling? It is done.The next one will be my wedding and this one I’m not doing alone. This one is for two people and hopefully not a 3 year project!
