I love this book. It felt like a book–very heavy cover and thick inside. This diary did not have any internal separations for entries, which was a good thing–it saw me through pages upon pages of writing when my childhood pet died; living as a student in New York on September 11, 2001; and the big life questions of what happens after college.
I have wondered since the start of this project if I would include September 11th. I could just as easily use early September of 2005, when I first flew to Rome and met Giovanni. Ultimately, I decided 9/11 is a substantial part of my story~
Diary 8 / 20-years-old / NYC
I spent the fall semester of my junior year in the Duke in New York Program. A group of us took classes and held internships in the city. Within the first few days of being in New York, my beloved childhood pet died. And some short days after that, the entire city changed.
What strikes me in rereading this entry is how quickly the political tone turned to revenge.
This entry includes a note I had written–and never sent–to my mother.
Diary 8/ 19-years-old / Reading, Ohio
I’m reluctantly back home, on Spring Break, from my sophomore year at Duke University. I’ve been trying to fit in with my family, and reading old diary entries to relax. A stick-shift driving lesson teaches me more about my mother, than driving.