At the tail of June, I sent two self-designed journals to graduated schoolmates.
My designs are the covers from July to December in a funny story-telling theme, the structures of the weekly and daily questions, and blanks pages were left for them to fill in with future experiences.
Besides, I started to journaling at the same time (though in a plain notebook without paints).
Over one month has passed, half of my notebook has been eaten by my hand-writing journal, it reminds me of how's it going with my gifts.
So I connected with the two workplace newbies after one month's separation.
Interestingly, I've never kept touch with any graduated schoolmates before, because it's difficult for me to start a conversation naturally.
But it's different this time, we had a happy talk beginning with the journal, then spreading to our recent situations.
Thought they both too busy to write a journal over the past month, they started the first line in the head of August.
I felt great that the gifts become the links between me and the distant freinds, because it's a memory-creating habit other than pretty decoration.
So I sent my bf one of my favorite books as his birthday gifts, other things would fade, but the new memory from daily reading won't.