*A old looking book with worn out pages, inside sits scruffy writing that may or may not make sense*
Day 1?, Dear diary.... hello Bree?
I was never good at writing and never had the education to be a writer but as my own educational studies have found, writing can be a good way of helping yourself... myself?
I can already tell you i am cringing writing this never mind when i read this back in months, years in the future but i promised i myself i would do this for my own mind in a new land.
Its my first day off my home land, my boring home gone...
a new chapter of my life starting and a new book for a new land in this right here!
I have been on this small ship for a few weeks but today is the day i start my new life, i have to say i was expecting something a little more warmer but there was only enough food on the ship to get us to a place called Skal. It was freezing, snow cold winds and cold travellers stepping onto this new place.
I have had enough coin to rent me a small room in a local inn or hostel of some kind, in am worn and tired so this first day is a quick day. i cant wait to actually get in a bed and not hear the sounds of people vomiting through sea sickness