Ah, so months have passed since any of us have taken time to notice the old, neglected journal that chronicals our days and lives, and the heart of Gibson Manor. It’s not a wonder. Life has changed for so many of us, all at once, and I think the dust is still swirling.
There’s much to say, but so little time, thus I must lay aside our little journal in hopes that another will pick it up and record in it the many memories of the passing days.
As for me, I must go pack my trunks, and complete my wedding plans, for there are but twenty four days left and I shall change my name. I shall change my home, and almost everything about my life and start the work I have always wanted to do more than anything. Yet, in all the changing, I rather think that I will stay the same, changed perhaps in little ways, but the same inside… and always a Gibson Girl.
I am happy, so perfectly happy. Yet it is the Good Byes that bring the tiniest tint of bitterness to my heart.
But, these things are small in consequence with the rest of life, so I set down this journal. Time will tell when I will pick it up again, and what I will write.
It makes me absurdly, ridiculously happy to see a new post here. *bliss*
I’m so happy for you, too, Chantel. *hugs* I hope your life as Mrs brings you so much joy and happiness!